There is a box in my chest
Filled with ice
A box in my chest
full of warmth and demise
a box in my chest
with hunger and pain
through this box
pulsates a leaking vain

in this box there is a creature
it is though and soft and violent in nature
it melts the ice, becomes the sea
it returns the ice and freezes me

living in ice
dying in ice
loving in ice
falling in ice
hoping in ice
calling in ice
dying in icea
living in ice

there is box in my chest
filled with ice
a box in my chest
full of truth and lies
a box in my chest
with hopes and dreams
a box in my chest
for day, night and between

in this box the creature drinks
cold bloody blackness while the madness blinks
it is tender and gentle and violent to see
and it makes the best gloomy part of me

living in ice
dying in ice
breathing in ice
crying in ice
burning in ice
longing in ice
dying in ice
loving in ice

there is box in my chest
filled with ice
a box in my chest
that makes a disguise
a box in my chest
a fallen angels home
a box in my chest
a frozen throne