There’s a chill on my mind

and a fire at my fingertips

it won’t warm me this time

this is a cold I can’t lift

My arms are pricked by the thousands

they pine for something not there

the possession that left without a sound

but no one could possibly care

It’s a lonely world

this life of mine

and events unfurl

while I ache to rewind

It might’ve been easier

if I knew the next page

If I knew the face in the mirror

was socially disengaged

they say I’m a special case

the less than one percent

my mind a personality maze

one they prefer to circumvent

I still have my few

and one who really knows

why my lips went blue

and how my insides froze

I feel the shards of my heart

they melt, bend and shatter

I’ve held on thus far

but my resolve is pitifully tattered

I long for solid temporarity

to bind my pieces together

and keep hold of my roaming sanity

to forget the pale of a skin and bone surrender