My heart is weary, and my soul goes numb.
There's frost around me, in the shade of blood.
Seven bodies had hit the ground, with many tears, floating all around.
Their names are written upon their faces,
"fear", "loneliness", "lies", "bravery", clumsiness", and "grace".
The seventh body, though, is still warm,
And his name is "torn". I cried.
I thought they had all died, that I was full stolidity,
But now I know that I still feel, and I feel torn.
I screamed and thrashed while I felt him crawl up my back,
I see "fear" crawling too, closer and closer.
He climbs up my front, and I'm being dragged down into the ground.
Next was "lies", and he wouldn't stop screaming, but he was oh so wise.
"Clumsiness" followed and crawled away with my struggling "bravery" and "grace",
He torn off their faces and put on new masks. Now I have my emotions back,
And I feel human again, until loneliness rose from beneath me,
One by one, her dark shroud poured my emotions deep within me,
From the frosted blood, to herself, one by one. "fear", "lies", "clumsiness",
Even "loneliness" herself, and my two new masked emotions,
"Cowardice" and "freak". It was overwhelming, in a flash I felt again,
But now I'm alone, with these poor guys swarming their words in my lifeless head.