you take the narrow path
and walk it so eloquently
step upon my dried up bones
it's not like you can see me

kiss the many miracles
that derived your perfect path
but please, don't seek out my lips
poisoned that they are

playing victim means payment
for the mistakes you made
make others the villain
and the price has been paid

you make stepping stones
of disasters that you've born
then turn them into cloaks
that others should have worn

Spring becomes a nightmare
after everyone has thawed
with a trace of frosty Malice
Winter is reborn

will we ever become warm?

Do what you must do
but don't keep cutting
my over bled veins
they don't heal
as quickly
as you