Warm fuzzy frosted fire
Against the coldness in my blue blood,
All bottled up against the storm of hate and love,
It piles up garbage inside my landfill,
I see the way this hollow builds the frustrations
And the rawness...

I forgot the madness in your fingernails;
Small, the light etched through the darkness.
I know in the cold where it all began,
Laying fragile and thin in the frigid night.