Your biting coldness burns so much more than scorching fire.

I woke up. And today my ghosts woke up with me.

It's too loud.
Is it the chatter of unknowing strangers
Or the voices screaming in my head?

The music doesn't drown them out.
They're getting louder, singing with the music
Turning lyrics into phantom chants

Their summons echoes through the chasm

I can feel the shattering.
Feel the madness breaking in.

I need to run.

No, you did not just add salt to the wound.
You pried it open.

The tap on her heart
was open all the way
And her love once overflowed.

But the people around her left
Once they were full.

So she closed her heart
And never opened them again.