Cold

Written by: Oscar Mascarenhas

Stranded on crossroads 
of two worlds at war, 
Yet you say the 
end is not close, 
Surrounded by angels 
and demons alike, 
I know not my 
friends or my foes, 
Shielding myself from 
the sparks of thy blades, 
Dreading but awaiting 
the Fall.

Its grown so cold 
within me, 
Its grown so cold 
I cant breathe, 
Its grown so cold 
Memories 
are all thats left. 
Its grown so cold 
in and out, 
Its grown so cold 
I cant shout, 
Its grown so cold 
My Blood 
is turning ice.

Light obstructed 
engulfed in the dark, 
Now broken my faith 
once was whole, 
Beseeching the life 
that was promised to me, 
When day turned to night 
as foretold, 
Trying so hard 
to resist all my fears, 
But into the abyss 
I Fall. 

Its grown so cold 
within me, 
Its grown so cold 
I cant breathe, 
Its grown so cold 
Memories 
are all thats left. 
Its grown so cold 
in and out, 
Its grown so cold 
I cant shout, 
Its grown so cold 
My Blood 
Is turning ice.