If you stepped into my soul right now
I'm afraid you would find
A snap underneath your feet
From the thin branches
That have fallen in defeat.

You'd walk through a forest of leafless trees,
And a chilling kiss upon your neck
From a too cold breeze.

No birds or life, not a single sound and the colorless leaves have made a blanket on the ground,
Grey clouds following overhead.

If you walked through me right now
You'd see how everything is dry
And dead.