~Frostbitten~ The darkness has come around again, I can feel it all about me. My soul has gone purple, then black, now dead. As a bitter winters chill has frozen. I am pieces of me, and bits of you. I wish i could cut all of it out, The black cancer of you that infests me. Endlessly I must atone for my sin. A broken heart is worse then broken bones, For they are more easily mended. Torment me no further now! I am stripped and laid bare. HATE! It flows though me like the blood that runs in my veins. YOU! Are the one for whom I have done one all this. But to what end?