She bares the coldness building solidly inside her,
building icicles so thick and so long,
She can't move or they will pierce her very soul and flesh,
leaving her standing so stiff and frozen,
she stands to bare her soul to the fire that is near,
dieing for it to consume her whole and take the coldness away,
but she try's to grin and bare it,
but day by day she becomes nothing more then a statue,
her lips a pretty blue, her eyes gone coldly white,
her skin no longer lively looking,
her mind dead in a trance so deep that she's almost at peace now....
