I gave you my soul
Split veins poured
Blood onto linen

White sheets
Your fingers
Entwined
With mine

Where did love go?

Morning comes like fire.
In the early light of dawn
I catch glimpse of a reflection
Stretch my hands out to the pane
With trembling fingertips brush
Glass so cold it feels soft
I think of you

You are the shadows
Reaching out to me
Distorted utopia I always
Begged you'd let me see
I wanted to feel your heart
But it was so cold, blank weight
There was a time you seemed
To set me free, but darling
I've never met someone
So frozen to a touch