as them massed letter of yours gather
oh how much i wish they were like before not filled with a hateful lather
the removing of your reminders from the grey wall
brings that freedom to perform acts with release my crimson as if part of winter fall

this self loathing pain in my bleak chamber of dark regret
i know im losing your love as if it was a bet
all because i suffer alone in the bleeding rain
while you have loyal friends who make you feel no pain

yet my dark thoughts turn to the ending play
foreclosing all like a short miserable winters day