I slowly recognized that I'm too stunned to catch my breath And too weak to end this pain Chained up to a dreadful wish Begging for salvation I feel numb, drained for so long Imprisoned in my turmoil Waiting here to die You still believe in fairytales Oh yes I know you do But somehow I remember When times were not that dark Before we broke up Before our hearts bled dry The times before we vanished The times before we died Releasing the frost, into my lungs Into my blood, to kill my heart The burning skies of bitterness, kissing the edge Pulling faces into shards of broken seas, of broken glass Daylight shines into my face, tears my flesh, tears it off I left behind these letters, cloaked... Cloaked in death Releasing the frost, into my lungs Into my blood, to kill my heart To fear love is to fear life and those who fear life are already three parts dead. – Bertrand Russell