I am like a thought, undead,
I represent the words unsaid
I am the wound that has always bled.
I am the joy you have never felt,
The pain you have always dealt,
The ice that has never melt
Off your broken heart.
I am dead and torn apart
I am your end and the start
Of a new revolution,
The only one looking for a solution,
The one lost in an illusion...
I am all
And nothing more
I am something you abhor...