Temptations open up the gate for me,
a secret devotion is what I know I need
when dark days begin to bury you like Winter's flowers.
Human scars seem never to fade
when they are caused by your own internal fight;
a constant reminder on my fragile skin
to never again wear my heart on my sleeve.
I'm already clinging to the edge of darkness,
breathing snowflakes of hope
by the frozen river of a past
that I tried so hard to forget.
I can feel myself fading away,
all of the care I had for my life vanished without a trace,
noting left but a heart of stone
and a girl who still likes knives.
