The blackness of this world places her cold hand upon my shoulder,
the blood seeping between us as the veins chill even more.
The ice cold dreams grip my reality
as I see the future all too pale and glazen with frost.
The deserted pains once abandoned become a new collage of excitement.
Close your eyes, my child,
and slumber of these better days.
For soon the moon shall return
and - soon - the clouds will play.
