The water runs down

Mountains

Snow

melts

Neck

Falling down

Crimson

White

 

My love

Mine

I say

As he she walks away

 

Dream of me

Always

A whisper

which haunts

my every waking

moment

 

I try

 

wynter comes

screaming in the dark

the skinner calls

me down

While I walk

unwilling

Ready to tear away

my masks

ready to take

everything away

 

Ask for my soul

 

I walk barefoot

in the snow

the mud

 

wishing for the fire

to become ash

 

Yet nothing

will bring he she

Back

 

Not blood

Not tears

Not me

 

And after he calls

he falls

Shot himself

Dead

 

And now

there is nothing more to love.