The night creeps through my bones
with a winter's chill, sending shivers down my spine
Like cold hands across my skin
Five months have passed and taken
with them every sense of warmth
Until my blood ran cold and life stood still
And still I hold my breath, counting the nights
I've stood with my heart in hand
And still I hold my breath, counting the nights.
Waiting for silence to break me down again
If only you could see
warmth
until
truly
imitation
creeps
hours
heart
hands
smile
given
counting
thats
opens
emptiness
embracing
breath
chill
could
since
otherwise
again
sending
still
means
across
stood
become
cause
taken
break
blood
nights
bones
through
every
everything
myself
night
passed
alive
months
swallowing
reduced
screaming
sense
shivers
waiting
silence
spine
touch
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