Fingers Draw
Across this dry paper...

Whispers rising
From torn lips...

I can be your savior
I can be Your Martyr...

This suffering cannot be delayed
Every breath I take brings me to my knees...

Winter is the only one who dares hold you
Your skin and soul so cold...

Tip toes
on top of the world...

Searing desperation
deep within my chest...

You know when you feel alone,
and pray vain hopes...

Still nothing in an abyss
Of what never was...

I feel the need
To fill this whole...

Huddled in the corner
of a mind that cannot decide...

Tangled
And Lying...