Of all the feelings you inspire prevails
this utter desire of clinging
to the emptiness, as it could keep me
from falling...
Instead darkness comes
crawling, calling me out of scopes.
Tied
in your ropes, unable
and unaware, my hope
is never spared from the inevitability
of trying.
But surprinsingly you smile, sheepishly
as a child, and sighing
coldly whisper my trial:
"This is your fate, my dear one,
and no truth could be higher - for the ice
there's always fire.
So don't burn yourself
in the run, because the end,
it will come,
but not when you require."
