Ice
And Everything Cold And Real
But At The Same Time Nil
Sans Essence Of All Luminous
Of All Which I've Killed
Never Did I Wish
To Burn Out The Bulb
To Deny The Soul
And Kill Myself
With All That Is Petty
Black Does Not Justify
The Storms Waiting To
Break Outside
The Eye Is So Empty
But Demon Hand Are Clawing Insides
