Your porcelain skin reminds me of harsh winters that abrupt from nowhere.
Your deceiving eyes remind me of a blackened room that has no hint of light.
Everything of you has a tendency to
wash away all of the good left in me.
You tend to replace my happiness with lonesome sorrow and
bitter coldness.

Everything I've once known has now evolved into something new.
Something with a dark essence
which reflects only your past actions.
Everything that I thought I had known has now changed.
Thanks to you.