Ice Burn

<br>I can feel the murky grip<br>of a cold depression comin` down<br>I can feel her hands around my neck<br>shake me to the ground<br>ice burn of the soul<br>in light in sickness and in death<br>infected every word and every thought<br>and every single breath<br>twisted by design<br>the creeps deep inside of me<br>feedin off this hunger, rage<br>and the insecurity<br>tempted by the rage<br>I feed off nothing but myself<br>thirsty for the things<br>that make me do this to myself<br>my pen is dripping words along<br>to scrape the smile off my face<br>every detour leads me here<br>to shower in this waste<br>you are my friend<br>but now your just living all over me<br>You watch me when I get it right<br>you watch me when I fall<br>Watch me every single day<br>listen to everything I say<br>and I swear I never wanted you<br>I never needed anything<br>from your twised fucked up lying<br>words asleep at the wheel.