• Winter has never been so cold,
    and my blood turned to ice.
    Everything looks so dead,
    Which is an enemy,
    And a friend.

    My eyes finally break at the seams,
    And I cry frozen tears of blood,
    That's seeping from my heart.
    Why is this happening,
    And why to me?

    Pain is coming from my chest
    -or could it be my fingers.
    But theres a hole in me,
    Don't ask me where,
    I haven't a clue.

    Now i'm all alone in December,
    Screaming in a frozen hell.
    Why am I even here,
    For getting hurt?
    It's all I know.