I wander lonely on streets of slate. Cold, like everything that surrounds me!
Happy I am not, yet unhappiness it can’t be called.
I struggle and fight yet conquer none!
I walk aimlessly because I fear being walled.
I cry without reason, and for valid reasons my tears have gone.
I hope for things that can’t be got.
I fear being weak when un-strong I am not.
I live, laugh and continue to love,
But how, why and who I know not!
I need strength I need weakness.
I need a prick; I need a slap, I need a cut I need a slash.
I need something to make this frozen piece of flesh react!