FROZEN

I REACHED OUT TO HOLD YOUR HAND,

I FOUGHT WITH MY FIERY FEARS

I DREAMED THAT THERE WAS A FORGETFUL TOMORROW--

THROUGH THE NETWORK OF MY TEARS.

THE GROUND I TREAD ON IS MADE OF GLASS

BENEATH THE WATER STARES,

THE JAWS THAT GRIN AND GRIND ALIKE

CHALLENGES ME TO DARES.

THE LOVER'S GLEE WAS A GNAWING SOUND

FOR THE ENDING OF MY FIRST BEGINNING

THE CEMENTED JUNGLE OF MY HEART

YEARNED FOR AN ACCIDENTAL HAPPY ENDING.

I FIND NO GOBLIN, I FIND NO GNOME,

THAT'LL TAKE ME TO MYSELF

TEN YEARS A GO WHEN I WAS TWELVE,

TEN YEARS AGO

I HAD A S-E-L-F.