Darkness, the light that everyone in my planet sees, the light that reveals nothing. Who knows what true light is, without hot would we have cold?

Without my broken heart, would I know love? Questions, I ask them of the dark, and the night answers. A haunting voice, softly spoken, yet clearly heard,

"Memory is my kryptonite it says." I walk down a one way street. In the middle. I stop, turn, and behind me I see darkness. The street is my life, the darkness?

Secrets of my heart. Yet in the dark there is light… Hope, the traitor of emotion. Hope, the fool that takes you down the easy road and throws you off the cliff at the end.

I wonder sometimes, why I was not chosen by love. Doomed to an apparent eternity of loneliness. Doomed to be the black cloud in the sunny sky of people's lives.

Where to go? What to do? Thoughts freezing my mind, trapping my fears and releasing them in my dreams. My life is what all storytellers fear.

Love for another, powerful emotion, hope. Yet the other loves another, my mind is in turmoil, she barely knows I walk the earth. One day not long past, I met another.

One who loved me. Yet I could not love in return. I told her to run, to jump and to bail, because I've been in love, and all I ever got was emotions betrayal.

If I could cry, ice would fall from my life weary eyes. For in giving up pain, I gave up emotion. I became cold as the haunting frost of a forgotten age.

And I, like the frost, will fade. To the warmth, to the light, let every one else get thither. I remain aloof, the pinnacle of the lonely mountain.