Poison infiltrates my stalwart veins
Unable to process with the soiled remains of a battered
Tattered heart
Still on the wintery edge of wishing
I was made of stone
Eyes wide shut, looking up through dark waters
I can still taste you on my lips
Feel you on my fingertips
Ice crystallizes where magma used to flow
Larva to razer sharp butterfly
Silver moonshine quick
Wishing I was made of stone
With absent minded memories