Mother's frozen tears fall down around me sitting in the center of this dancing galaxy something wonderful wells up like a wave inside my mind crystallizes in my soul secrets no one else can find Mother's wildest words whispered softly in a dream caress my shadowed half awake from ancient sleep
Vitality, A color of light. More blatant in the dark. We all seek it, But we can't see it. It's listened for, But unheard of. So bundle up, It's cold outside. You will freeze in your stride. The weight of your grin Will keep you here. And all that is dear Will become folly. I am folly. I am your folly. And I will see to it That you will never see The color of vitality.
My sweetheart was like a flower that after winter snow would bloom again In spring having laid below the frozen ground of winter but come to the thaw she starts to bloom again her pale skin changing colour coming back to her body my darling loved the sun It was with the warmth of the sun she really came to life but she died In winter never made the following summer probably the best one we for years poor girl she deserved to see that summer but life can be cruel and very unforgiving
The heathens of this season bind me to metallic reasons. The traction should be nonexistent and yet i'm frozen in an instant. I fear i'll remain here, for longer than a year. Frozen to the metal of my winter struggle.
I thought you were the fire that could warm my frozen heart I took care of you And tended to you To keep you going as long as you could I thought you would keep me warm and take care of me too
Instead I ended up getting burnt Charring my fingers on your carelessness Singing my hair on your obliviousness And In A Way, my own Because anyone knows that when you play with fire You're asking to get burnt -a former pyromaniac
Don't look at the world through rose-colored glasses. If you do, the red flags just look like normal flags
I am winter I am snow blankets shattered by rain evolving to deadly ice Long, rolling landscapes and barren trees No room for imagination. I am winter I am solemn, solitary, singular Frigid gusts of heartbreak Homesick in animal tracks. I am winter I am lifeless, lonely, lingering Roaring flames and layers upon layers Warm enough though frozen stiff. I am winter I have no end and no beginning The same old me, 1500 miles wiser Losing all seamless direction Wishing for any connection Amazed at the lack of distinction between this me and that me.