Still waiting as the ice makes its advance,
I no longer have the will to fight back.
Still waiting for hope to give me a chance,
I think about all the things I would lack.
I contemplate the future of my fears,
For I have no hope, but I'm not afraid.
Even hopelessness is starting to fade,
As my cries have fallen upon deaf ears.
I think I used to have other feelings,
Like joy and sadness and anger and fear,
But envy was the first to disappear,
Or maybe it was desired longings.
I hope I forget all these random things,
Because I'm not ready for what it brings.