My grip grows cold, my ice frozen with the blizzard that you let breach this world that you and me live in. With cold winds and drain storms of ice shards that seem to pierce the strongest walls I've built for many years. Oh, how I wish that the cold would slip past and spring would come again with its warmth, how I could see your smiling face in the warm meadow we use to sit upon. I would die for you my love, but yet you still shower these shards upon me. Are these tears from your past, the heartache and pain others have bashed into you with their deformed visions of reality? Your world crumbles at you feet and I stand alone on hollow ground reaching my hand toward you and why do you not take it? Why do you banish something that could bring your soul back to life and cast it out into a snow storm? Why make your world so cold without anyone, when you could make a bright warm one with me? Is the shame or the blood on my hands that sets you a stray? Is it the chains I wear on my wrist to keep me in check or is the fangs that comes from this deceitful smile of mine? Why do I find myself still grasping this rose and wishing it was in your hands? But this man, or beast still climbs these mountains in a snow storm all cause of you. Climbing and climbing to find your grace. Hoping and wishing that your tears, your ice cold shards will stop this  siege the world is world that you live in. Is the world so cold to turn its back on thee? Is the world so heartless to let you live without knowing what love you could have? Why has this god forsaken an angel to be place on this earth without meaning, how I wish to paint the wings of you back to white with the love that sears within me that I only bare for you. I feel my grip loosen but will your hand reach for me? Or shall I fall without you knowing what love really is....

So here we go again. Another chase for you that leads me into the maze that is my mind and the locked door of my heart is what I strive to find. Sand fading from the hour glass and I rush to the sound of your voice that seems to dissipate in growing mist that seems to rise from the ground like roses in spring. Oh, how I wish to find you, oh how I long for you, oh how I have my arms stretched toward you and yet you still turn away. This person you see, is it really me? Or has this demon taken me away to far into the abyss to the point you cant see what is a reality? Droning my pain in the cold of the weather and tears that seem to set a blaze to the lands that we once crossed upon and to leave nothing in his wake this demon seeks for you. How I wish to clash with this forsaken beast, but the beast is I. I am not but a man, but an animals driving by instincts and the will to ****, but this man that I am fights for your grace and hold on to this candle in the dead of night. But why cant you seee this flicker in the darkness? Has your own demons blinded you to the point that a vial cast over your eyes and leaves you in a game of who is there? Oh how this game for fear seems to declare us as its host, like a parasite feeds upon the most. This betrayal of our minds can only be stopped by our hearts, yet with pure intentions to warm us we cant feel our selves grow cold. How I wish I could warm my hands upon thee, but you face fades from my mind in the ice winds that seems to cool my soul. Oh how I wish you could hear my cries of your name, oh how I wish you could see the real me that you've always needed me to be. My loneliness is the price I must pay, to get this demon at bay, so now you can stay in a world without harm and pain as my sins wash away I hope you hear me say.... I love you.

So here we go again. Another chase for you that leads me into the maze that is my mind and the locked door of my heart is what I strive to find. Sand fading from the hour glass and I rush to the sound of your voice that seems to dissipate in growing mist that seems to rise from the ground like roses in spring. Oh, how I wish to find you, oh how I long for you, oh how I have my arms stretched toward you and yet you still turn away. This person you see, is it really me? Or has this demon taken me away to far into the abyss to the point you cant see what is a reality? Droning my pain in the cold of the weather and tears that seem to set a blaze to the lands that we once crossed upon and to leave nothing in his wake this demon seeks for you. How I wish to clash with this forsaken beast, but the beast is I. I am not but a man, but an animals driving by instincts and the will to ****, but this man that I am fights for your grace and hold on to this candle in the dead of night. But why cant you seee this flicker in the darkness? Has your own demons blinded you to the point that a vial cast over your eyes and leaves you in a game of who is there? Oh how this game for fear seems to declare us as its host, like a parasite feeds upon the most. This betrayal of our minds can only be stopped by our hearts, yet with pure intentions to warm us we cant feel our selves grow cold. How I wish I could warm my hands upon thee, but you face fades from my mind in the ice winds that seems to cool my soul. Oh how I wish you could hear my cries of your name, oh how I wish you could see the real me that you've always needed me to be. My loneliness is the price I must pay, to get this demon at bay, so now you can stay in a world without harm and pain as my sins wash away I hope you hear me say.... I love you.