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.