domingo, 29 de marzo de 2009



if i touch a burning candle i can feel no pain.

in the ice or in the sun it's all the same.
yet i feel my heart is aching.
though it doesn't beat, it's breaking.
and the pain here that i feel, try and tell me it's not real.
i know that i am dead...
yet it seems that i still have some tears to shed.