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

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

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

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

So cold,
And so dangerous...

A Homecoming
Once upon a winters whisper...

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