Still, Pale, And Empty I Become Poem by Reed Dietiker

Not once have you picked up your phone

I knock on the door, but nobodys home

I shake and tighten my muscle in fear

Wishing and praying for your voice to hear

As the cold wind rips off my face

Frozen to the bone, completely numb

Still, Pale, and Empty I Become

Clear and cold as the snow that falls

A reasonless life to live as I walk these halls

I'll never live knowing your gone

I'll never let you go alone

Two shadows will roam this world together

Alive or dead, I'll be with you forever