He looks up at you,
a stare as cold as ice,
eyes almost soulless.

His heart of stone,
a wall around his feelings.

He looks out over the new day with a blank stare.

A lost soul,
A fallen angel,
A lone wolf,
A dark angel,
All phrases,
All true
All in aid of finding love...

(Me, 17/12/2004 during a late night session of writing)

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