cold embrace

The emergence of fate

this feeling of hate

why do I hesitate?

All the words that did exist...

why has my only solace abandoned?

cutting like a blade, this familiar icy chill has returned

the chill of fear, the cold of loneliness.

I fear it is welcomed like it was,

like it always has.

The need to be bold... 

No longer exists

shadow my friend

I've returned