Crayon and Ink

The Arctic surrounding my cold wooden room
 I don't think I've ever felt so warm
 These waters brought back to me
 What I reluctantly believed
 And I watched as the four corners gave way
 To the ice and the life and the death and the warmth
 And they were all joined together
 In that one instant
 I could feel you crushing me
 But I didn't want to remember
 What it felt like to be alive
 And still feel so cold
 In crayon and ink
 What I understood the least
 Were these words not spoken
 Out of fear, or the law of self-sacrifice
 And I never thought confirmation
 Would come into play
 And these words were never going to be
 On the tip of your tongue
 And I was locked in a place
 That I'd never seen before
 Without windows but
 With curtains hanging on the walls
 And I was forced to believe
 All I had I had to self-deprivate
 But I was proved wrong
 When you came back
 In a room filled with nothing
 This table looked away from me
 A kick to your foot, and a twist to your head
 And I saw that you were afraid
 But if you think that I was just being cold
 You don't know how scared I was
 Of what I know, what I know, what I know
 In crayon and ink
 What I understood the least
 Were these words not spoken
 Out of fear
 Or the law of self-sacrifice
 And I never thought that confirmation
 Would come into play
 And these words will never, ever ever
 And these words were never going to be on the tip of your...