the coldest hell is whispering your name into and empty ear unlistening, This old familiar fear becomes reality... the coldest hell is satin in a fireplace, a baby born in outer space, forgetting a beloved face... wasted. the coldest hell, the oldest hell is waking up to nothing but pain that quickly muffles the chirping birds and rising sun, a dying day that won't begin... The Coldest Hell is when you start to hate me piece by piece, and withering, i do not have the strength to stand from knees. .. The coldest hell for me would be if you told me goodbye, but your Heaven might be the same...