I'm caught between these frozen sheets;
I hear my heart silently beat.
The winter's chill halts my thoughts;
Golden leaves my soul had wrought.
I breathe in frost longingly;
I continue to search for the woman I am to be.
Wind screams against her pale delicate skin;
Day battles the darkness away-- I beg to let it in.
Mind over matter is what I've been told;
do you realize that kind of **** just gets old?