All that was there was an inky black landscape, accompanied by ice which stung my hallowed face
It was hours I spent walking through dangerous streets and cars threatening to slide enough to carry my wretched soul with them
Every bridge I passed my body aching to join the liquid icy hell below me
Because I'd been taught for too long how to be lonely
They told me you were just as cold and menacing as snow
Lying down with perfect white skin
And I wonder who exactly it was who taught you to shut down cities without considering who might be left outside
Sometimes I wonder if anything you say is true, if I'm not another poor soul with drugs for you to go through
You could rip through walls with your lies and mountains and me
Here I am staring at a numb screen wondering if I should try to fight to save you
Or if I should leave while I can still trudge through the damage you string me through
Because I can't watch a girl so young and poor be bruised and abandoned and treated like meat by boys who only provide her with bottles and drugs to heal the exit wounds
You say that you don't need me or anyone else until it's late at night and you realize someone's actually hurt you
Maybe that's when you take it upon yourself to complete a trend, to harshly slice my stomach open with your dull blade, reach through my organs until your find my heart beating lively in it's cage
You pin it to a canvas, in line with your own, beating with others you turned into stone