The cold is playing gently With the hairs on my head, Letting me know that it is coming For me and everything I've built. I am starting to empty, Becoming a glass waiting to be filled With anything, anything. Just keep the emptiness away. I've been here before, empty and cold, When I was lost and he left me To find my way on my own. What a time that was, Filling myself with anything and everything. What a person I became, nothing like the person I was Or wanted to be. How far I've come, How much I have to lose, When the cold emptiness comes for me.
I don't know how To save myself. I don't know how To keep warm.
I'm so tired of sitting in fireplaces, Trying to avoid the inevitable.