Shut up.

Your voice echoes in the emptiness of my head,

Coldly charming,

Brushing icily at the edges of my mind.

My thoughts are a deep, cold abyss

You cannot even imagine,

You cannot think,

I cannot think,

I cannot stop thinking

Cold, bitter thoughts

That freeze my heart before I even dream them.

It won’t work,

This mind game of yours.

I’m far too clever,

Far too sharp,

Far too cold, and cold, and cold