Sometimes I'm as cold as snow inside. I feel my weakness devouring my heart piece by piece.
My eyes guide my shadow to lie, my light to shine. What music is that? A piano cries, somebody is playing in the bottom of my heart. Groan of despair, I just listen and noddle the prays of the naive. Snow is pure white, so why does the humankind remember it dirty? My fingers crawl the ground searching answers, I find nothing but blood coming out from my skin. The big eye is open, sometimes it cries. Each tear is a hallowed river.
Darkness cover me with longs arms of grief. Somebody's moan can be heard in the distance, the voice sounds haunted and the words are ripping out my skin. Who deserves my pain? The silent storm reach my head and causes havoc in my spirit.
