My heart is encased in ice and steel,
with such powers I can not feel.
There was a time that I was broken,
of love since I have not spoken.

On that day it seems i fell,
straight into the pits of Hell.
That is where this all started,
where I and my heart became departed.

I wear a bulletproof mask of decite,
my lies are all harden in solid concrete.
Where my heart was there is a hole,
within it you will find no soul.

In the darkest corners of my mind,
to all things good I am blind.
I am the monster under your bed,
the whispering voices in the back of your head.