There is a place where warmth is vain,
Where there is no heat to ease the pain.
Where no fire is allowed to burn,
And flame won’t stir the heart to turn.
Deep within the ocean tide,
Where no warmth is there to hide.
Shallow waters consumed by ice,
Spawn a cold, unholy vice.
Reaching, grasping for a loving hand
Drowning where warmth leaves the land.
Gasping in a desperate fright,
Trapped within a freezing night.