Cold Death

i got used to living outside myself
for all these years i thought of things
far, far away
that i'm now having lost all these things
roaming a cold place looking for an exit
that i can never find

and though a hope haunts me
keeps creeping up to me
snaps at me like a dying wolf
taking its last bite

what's inside of me i keep for myself
there are things that cannot be expressed
cause there are no words to do so
and if there were words noone could understand them