Dead of Winter

Oh how the torment of this life,
is too much to withstand;
I've tried to guide you but you, drew back your ailing hand; Still your heart, as blood pours out;
Your note's killed mine, as ink pours out last words.

As it was written, so shall I listen;
A farewell letter, this choice is forever.
The remains of your letter, lie broken burning;
Dancing on the embers, quivering cold December;
As I stand here defeated, the deed was done;
As I lay here drowning, your image has faded, gone.

An endless bond, true friends were we;
We existed in, perfect harmony;
If only your words, could pierce this surface;
Return us to our, state of tender bliss.
I'll promise, not to forget;
I'll promise not to forget, that desolate winter.

Farewell to this flesh, your soul, finally breathes; Released from its cage, finally, it's set free. Your darkness could not, extinguish your glow;
And now that you've gone, there'll be no brighter tomorrows.

If only your death, could heal your tender wounds;
Return to us, my serenity has gone.
Denying, your sudden, end;
I'm dying, I've lost, my best friend;
I'm shaking, from your, absent touch;
You've never, meant, this much;
A feeling, I knew, all too well;
Reflections, here I, choose to dwell;
Your body, laid down, before my eyes;
I was, silent, though I tried;
I never, could tell you, why;
In ashes, does my, my love lie.