Who am I?
A dream that hasn't woken,
Or a reality that seems to fade?
Come...I'll show you.
Gaze into my eyes.
you'll see the answer.
Touch my heart if
you wish to feel it instead.
It matters not,
for both is dark,
no soul, no warmth, no peace.
Who am I?
One without the things that
make us human.
Am I even human?
maybe, maybe not...

But this I am:
the bitter Artic winds made
to flesh.
Child of the night
who has fallen deep.
Deep into the void.
Every word I speak drains the
joy around.
No one leaves me happy,
All come out in gloom,
And some...can never leave at all...