I stared silently at night To watch the bitter snow fall White static set against a violet sky As the last crystal fell I closed the iron gate My heart stoic, frozen in time I wandered alone to the bog Through the mist and fallen trees To see if severed hands would float Submerging into the deep I felt her fingers slip away They will be buried there Forgotten, decayed Till time comes again that I have need Would we confess? No, never confess How I wish that you could share in my grief To taste the bile that spills as poison from my lips It's the fluid that flows through my veins Then you could taste what I truly am Only after knowing loneliness Can our true selves be revealed