The Swift Cold Breeze,
Of A Winter's Day...

Thunder Pulses Through These Veins,
Will I Ever Be The Same...

I See A Mirror,
So Shiny And Clean...

Never Have I Felt So Low,
So Much As I Do Now...

Diminishing Love,
Like The Deepest And Darkest Of All Dreams...

The Darkness Creeps In,
Followed By The Pitter Patter Of Tears...

Your Trying To Hide,
All Your Endless Lies...

The Silent Tapping,
My Fingers Rattling...

Trembles down my spine,
Forever feeling incased...

Those lovely razor blade kisses,
Are what I adore...

Those cold, bitter words,
That stick right to my heart...

You seem so friendly now,
With all you have to say...