The Ice grows thicker....
around his already stone cold heart.

Shunned by another....
The shadows are his only friends.

He is the tortured

The abused

The mistreated

The one whom shall never feel...
the warmth of anothers embrace

What will become of this...
this..Undaunted soul.....

None may no for sure

But as for now....
he shall always remain

the tormentee

the in-pained

And last but not least

The Unloved.......