Hands upon icy faces,
Chills throughout our spines.
I kept to myself and thought about –
the weakness throughout my mind.

Days are to become drizzled,
And my head shall become empty.
Like a fire lit without a match,
Or something that will never come back.

Stepping on stones,
As my world seems to crumble,
Have we done everything possible?
I wish I could take back what I said,
For maybe this wouldn’t –
be so dead.

My senses are withered,
And my soul is ice,
Please help me,
I am lost in life.

NEW.

As midnight runs across the sky,
Like fire burning throughout the night.
The next day is over,
And I awaken without a fright.

The wind has chosen its direction,
And your eyes have settled on me.
We look back and forth at each other,
But I still cannot see.