A beating heart once whole
Is now scattered in numerous bits...

A knife is calling her,
It is whispering her name...

A Homecoming
Once upon a winters whisper...

So cold,
And so dangerous...

Softly falls the rain.
The drops whisper their secrets...

An overflowing glass is filled with tears.
But yet they persist streaming down her face...

Cold as an iceberg,
Stinging like a bee...