In the cold a flower wilts.
And soon again the sinking hills,
turn to stone and break into black.
The pain returns and darkness attacks.
Frozen in a blanket of cold.
I stay not because I am bold,
but because I live warmer here,
than pale from the pain of living there.
My heart is frozen in my place,
better than to be covered by lace,
and broken into so many peices.
Stolen and lost for unknown reasons.
Though here I watch as life slips away,
from all life around i can honestly say,
I'm happier now than i once was.
Because no longer am i broken by love.