Cold is the wind that is endless
like tainted love that is heartless

A heart born within wickedness
with a face entirely emotionless

Her spirit carries her passionless
her mocking actions are pityless

Who is to teach her the fondness
of the glowing heart of selflessness?

Tried I to tame her illness
yet all I found was spiritless

Cast into her world of emptiness
I fell into arms that were loveless

Looked longingly into the motionless
eyes that reflected the stillness

I succumbed to the inevitable weakness
and left my sanity nonetheless

Such is the cry of consequence