With the crystal frost
comes the screaming demons
comes the whisper of death
comes the need for pain
comes the numbness, never-ending.
With the death of summer
comes the death of smiles
comes the freezing of hearts
comes the shadows in the corner
comes the voices, dancing.
With the fading of the sun
comes the fading of joy
comes the quick, red lines
comes the hopelessness
comes the tears, spilling over.