The arctic cold has brushed my cheek once again The skies are stained white and the ringing in my ears is louder than ever I wonder what the clouds are doing, I never see them anymore The night doesnt come but the sun doesn't shine I have a silver notebook I write, spearmint Because my eyes are watering but I feel nothing The world is dry while the air is full And the heavens take their morning pills Wash their face Head off sleepily to begrudgingly watch the icy seas The wind bites my cheeks But moves in such silence I wonder if the feeling is not just my routine punishment At least I'm used to my spirits At least I have a jacket on At least the heavens didnt take a sick day all together.
My fantasy has been dashed Across the crimson sky Dripping through the veins of the night If only the Arctic circle was closer I would blame it For the flickers of green splashed upon my eyes
I am not where he is
By candlelight I utter prayers For love to perish Starve itself within an inch of a lie I hope that it will Die Die Die As magnificently And relentlessly As it squeezes And empties And champions for you now
I want you to know - it was never my intention to become entwined But the evergreens of your nature Are one of the wonders of my world And I don’t know how to make it stop Without blowing us all up Blowing it all out And leaving candle wax Behind
Hand in hand, walking fields of snow. Pail and pure, as if flake fallen from the full moon above. The way her hand fits in mine, sends my heart glissading into the idea of forever. As she turns to look at me, fresh snow clinging to her hair, the term "snow angel" takes on a whole new meaning. For the first time in a long time, my heart begins to feel... whole.