Seclusion

by HollywoodSmile   Jan 25, 2008


When your blood turns to ice
and your heart becomes stone
youve prefomed a sacrifice
and can now survive alone

when your tears dry up
and your soul become numb
you are the coldest person
you could ever hope to become

when nothing pierces your walls
and nothing can break your shell
now that you feel nothing
is this your heaven, or hell?

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