Winter

In a lonely Winter nightmare
beneath the sickly yellow stars
and under the slowly dying trees
dripping wet, soft lies and broken dreams
her dark eyes meet mine,
no longer windows to her soul
now a mirror, tarnished with regret
I catch myself staring
wishing
With only my own stained reflection staring back, like a sad fool
waiting for her brown eyes
stabbing me over and over again
just a crimson mist
spread across the canvas sky
my heart a shell, now ripped apart a thousand ways
a thousand years
Wandering alone in the wilderness
numb to the silver winter cold
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