Blue Chill
Chillness of winter rips through the soul;
no shields, no protection, no comfort to be found
Hollow is the feeling; so empty, so barren
Nothing but memories left to cling to
Frost-bitten hands eternally try to grasp the true meaning
of all that has happened and what is to come
In vain, frozen fingers reach to find the knowledge
that most take for granted
Forever unaware that it has long since
drifted from reach
Unable to fathom the concept of losing, not quite
understanding in life that there is no such thing as
total loss
It's merely something that was thought to be but
in absolute truth... never was
