• I don't remember how I have come to remain so cold.
    I have never given myself a way to climb from this hollow cold hole, my grave.
    Like the winter snow.
    Like the coldest winter snow.
    I drown alone.
    Freezing under the pain.
    Pain of letting her go.

    Watching the souls come fluttering down, cast in white.
    Whispering little lies as they sting the flesh that has scarred up since yesterday.
    Was it worth it to dream of crystal clear nights, her warmth melting me deep inside.
    Escaping me like the prettiest of snowflakes, so close with in my grasp, yet she just seems to slip away.

    Moments melt away like the shade.
    She is the dawn to my demise.
    Cold and unforgiving winter snow, so hollow.

    Nothing can be said for sure, I think she drowned that day.
    Her tears, washing all that pain down those flush cheeks, she prays.
    I wish I could be the hand to wipe them away.
    They fall so gently from grace, her beautiful face, turning into snow.
    No one would ever know.
    That she was the reason for this winter, so cold.

    Like the coldest of winter days.
    I can never remember how I let her down, failure of all failures fighting to never fail her.

    Like the coldest winter snow, so hollow.