Cold

I roam in the night
Watching a world of shattered dreams
Trying to understand
Why love turns to hate
and hate turns to love
Knowledge is ignorance
the silence so loud
the death of innocence
happens everyday
the birth of corruption
In each and everyone of us
and what happens when a home is not a home?
a father is not a father and a friend is not a friend?
Crimson shades of pain (Ahhh)

Emotions reach their freezing point

Cold.... Cold.... Cold....Cold

I have nowhere
to hide in this
iceberg of mine
persistent lies
and senseless
pride I have
pretended for far
too long My soul