When the cold fingers of winter creep in through the open window
I tremble and welcome them into my skin
Chill me, numb me.
My morphine
My codeine
I will lay in the snow and my tears will freeze
and fall with grace
as cold crystals
diamonds
leaving me with frostbitten beauty.
I long for silence in my bones and
A chilly wind to carry my sorrows across the way
Some one will hear
someone will follow the wailing wind and find me
blue as the skies
dead inside