death
My heart is bleeding
scarlet on the white white snow
in this cold harsh winter
these eyes of mine still seek
the comfort of your stare
you are my sound solace
in this my winter of despair
my heart still bleeding
scarlet on the white white snow
in this cold harsh winter
these ears of mine still hear
the calling of your name
staring voiceless back at me
from a wooden picture frame
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