ColdSo sad would my words be now, now in this moment of excitement, and total denial. I can feel the light, but can never see it. It would be blinding if I lashed out and stepped forth right now. I could show my arms, and bare an admiration. Then wait for any acceptance. Pity me to find the open flame that needs nothing more to burn. No kinder, no parchment, no warmth. Burn she will, and smolder shall I. O my dreams end now. this night; I too will admire the choice. So cold. I must live with the joke at my side. Laugh and it hurts, cry and ill find only desperation. With out laughter, with out emotion there is nothing. So cold to be alone.