And then we start anew, a spark that died, a kiss never reached, and an endeavor not taken. Time and time again, you struggle to find a purpose, an identity, a warmth to embrace you. 

An unending dream, you reach out your hands time and time again, truly filled with hope, excitement, it looks closer than ever now, and yet… a never ending dream, is nothing but a nightmare dressed in a beautiful gown. 

Don't you grow tired ? Tell me, did your blood not run dry? Did your veins not twist violently, aching so hard until they got ripped out to form the noose that you wear around your neck. 

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

A freak of nature, a destroyer of everything good, a disaster incarnate. You wonder why all of this happens to you, yet you blatantly ignore the blood on your hands. A hypocritical being, craving warmth to an extreme, yet unable to attain it without making the flame go cold. 

So why do you try ? Why do you ache? Why does your heart bleed so, everytime it crosses your mind…? Is it nostalgia ? A sense of duty? Or is it that eternal sensation of freezing cold loneliness that’s wrapped itself around your heart. 

Like a pitiful little animal, you’re stuck in this glacier, you beg to cry, and yet your tears are frozen solid. You dream of breaking free, to have someone rescue you from this frostbitten hell. And yet no matter how many flames come your way, you destroy them, putting them out with your cold snow. 

We-... no… I’m, now forced to live this eternity, aching for a warmth that'll never reach… but I'll wait, until I finally get that embrace that’ll melt my glacier. Or… until I'll enjoy the embrace of the cold cold

earth.