why do i bother. its hopeless. and the sad thing is...i know it.
why do we continue into the fog, lost
when we know that the only outcome will be for us to be lost
our hearts, souls, and minds: all lost.
in her heart for me is only frost
this cold isolation: frost,
this pain inside arresting my body: frost
beyond all cold and shivers: this damned malicious frost!
No matter the cost.
i would have fought for her had my body been the cost.
i would have gine for her had my mind been the cost.
for her, i would heve sacrificed myself had my heart and soul ben the cost.
now, for me, she wont so much as pay a spare thought's cost.
The pain of the frost,
i pay at cost,
but still, from she my paradise, i am lost.
it was this payment cost to the frost,
which is the reason i am lost.
Mind, soul, and body, the painful frost is the cost i pay only to remain lost!
and here i am.
earthen alchemist Community Member 
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