Every word you say to me
Takes a little of my soul.
The air each floats upon
Is nothing but freezing cold
When I think of the embrace
We’ll never share,
Or your face,
Which I’ll never hold.

He who wants to be destroyed
Shall have his way.
Winter's my only season,
I’ll take it with me to the grave.

The wound heals
just to be
ripped apart.
A glowing light
at the end
of your life:
it ain't so bright.