Iam shedding my skin, And peeling out my night. Asking for a warmth , through the winter's sight. With the mist that surrounds me, I fall behind.. With no hands around me, I fall in my mind.
The story has ended, as the winter descended But These cut hands refuse to give in ..
I follow the rains, till they crash down Holding on my scars, And screaming with no sound Those hollow breathes would deafen you.. If they've ever reached to you..
