to reach the soul
that is trapped beneath
the cold black earth
to claw, and kick and scream

love, love, love
cannot reach you
my eyes cannot see you.
i imagine you, who you were before
the great depression.
winter came and claimed so much.

i suffer through
these last cold nights-
winter's final stand.
she stretches her icy fingers
toward the trees,
the wind blows
as they bid her farewell.
"you have no power here."

when what you have believed is love
for your entire life
is really a sickness,
an addiction.
lover, heart breaker, life taker, ruiner.

there are no white horses.
his armor doesn't shine.

"take a picture before i paint over her. she is beautiful, she was everything. i miss her. last night i dreamt of her tracing my scars. she said she'd never leave and that i'd always stay."
(converge)

i have weathered the longest of winters and i am tired.

siphon the blood from my weathered heart.
encased in muscle and bone
it pulses loudly through your words
so loud that all you speak are dreams.

no one is fighting for you
from up above in the great big
empty sky.
the shield is yours to hold.
the weight is yours to bear.
guard the walls you've built
from bones and mud
and when flowers bloom
but never stay
spring will still find a way.