A cruel deed,
That cannot be undone...
Tomorrow starts December,
but I've been cold for so long...
If the nights were as dark
as the thoughts that linger...
I sit alone and cold in the darkness
Never thought it would end up like this...
Her face wore a blizzard
as the curtain bid adieu...
Bus and train
smashed together...
Somehow I felt the urge
to rip myself apart again tonight...
You are
The Queensland cane fields I keep...
Over the rigid and dreary mountains,
down by the riverside, amidst withered stalks...
The night is swarthy and I've been thinking
about you lately, wondering if you're eating well...
I didn't pay attention to the jack-o'-lantern
or the gargoyles that you kept outside in May...
I remember cuddles underneath
the crystal moon while the stars...