He's cold as ice. His eyes cut like ice. His words sting like ice. His touch slices like ice. He is only but cold nothingness. But when a certain fire comes along will he melt? Or vanquish it before it nears?
He's cold as ice. His eyes cut like ice. His words sting like ice. His touch slices like ice. He is only but cold nothingness. But when a certain fire comes along will he melt? Or vanquish it before it nears?