To know me is to

know the chill of an icy wind

To see into my eyes is to

look into a dark pool of endless depths

To hear my voice is to

hear the thunder of a summer storm

To look into my soul is to

look into the vastness of the stormy black sea

To feel my touch is to

feel an icicle run down your spine

To try to love me is to

know the emptiness of space...Distant..Cold...Alone

For what I once saw.......Is blinded by mistrust

The voice I once had.....Is choked with pain

The touch I once possessed....Is twisted

The love I once had.......Is tortured..Sick

The soul I have is warped...Dark...Unforgiving

The me I once was is..........

Dead