Starts to End

In the begining..

I am a wanderer drifting too far in that cloudy vault

living my principle- hiding myself not to come close..

fourth, I decided to open my cold doors and be clasp by the waiting warmth outside.. but it was too late, for the warmth slowly disappears like a passing storm.

In the end..

I am yearning for the warmth to bring himself back into the fold..

to forget, i tried to gather all the anger based on what I've read.. but it is not enough for hatred, because I understand..

I know it's about me- trying to lock myself away. holding back, not to feel.

Now, comes another soul, making me an offer but how can I accept it when..

one drop and he is back in his old self.

two drops and I am back into that cloudy vault which is much colder. Hiding myself, not to be hurt for the third time. =,(