Ice

The icy sting of a life not lived...

the brutal twinge of regret

Fear that experience; too little too late

the fee that Death shall collect

Stuck in a lifetime, the clock moves too slow

the minutes sludge, seconds creep by

I'm stuck in a void, for the rest of my life

until the day I finally die

Coldness creeps into my heart

each and every passing day

Even I couldn't inflict upon myself

...this pain I can't convey