the ruin of your face pours down like lead tears as you sit by my side confess to me your fears drink deep the wreck of me my body is a funeral i fail to find comfort in your pale cold eyes worn loosely about me you hang there dying off me deep in the misery of my long arms weeping i cradle your tired head this moment for the keeping her hand raised from the shadows in silence like a dying victim of a biblical plague a strange mix of innocence and horror gushed from her red rimmed and swollen eyes resentment conquers sympathy and i turn my back her burning stare like minute blazing suns roars into the back of my head and i simply move away i will sing you this song of all my pain so listen great roaring tears pouring down unto me from my lover the winter in your soul has frozen me forever1