Flowing through my veins,
Slowly growing across my heart,
Encasing my soul in a solid shell,
No cracks, no holes, no escape.

Distorted through this shell I see,
Warmth and life and laughter all around.
Across the boundary they cannot pass,
Keeping at arm's length, the world.

A heart covered with Ice cannot feel.
A heart covered with Ice cannot laugh.
However should the heart turn solid,
It will shatter like glass.

A soul encaged cannot live.
A soul encaged cannot breathe,
If the shell doesn't crack,
The soul shall surely die.

All this I know.
But it doesn't help.
The Ice grows stronger,
And I die inside.

Jason