I'm so cold. nothing on the inside.   so burn me   so cold. no one to hold.   so burn this body   I'm not feeling anymore.   chilling, now I'm turning to stone.   so burn this wretched body   angel ambrace this disheveled wretch.   I am the thief who hides the light beneath the filth of burning fingers   smothered under not quite drowning reaching over, not quite living   this is the gravedigger who throws his own body   beneath the shit you tread carry me there,   regret the life tarry onward running away calloused   these ribs hold no more than hollowness - a hole dug as my grave,   though I'm buried insode my head.   already dead to your touch, to your light.   your eyes march forward with condemnation...   feel this solitude   burn with me.