The Cold

The Cold

Night-fires caress a thousand sleeping hearts,
A turn of phrase so subtle that the dead must strain to catch.
Cats grew screaming from a thousand hollow trees,
But in the silver cavern wistful ghosts crowd inside our dreams.
Ohh yeah I'm drawing breath,
I'm giving into my cold reason.
We're changing skins,
Blending into hollow places.
Black inside the shade,
We stop and catch the rain.
Simply never fading,
From the mirror in the hall.
She had it all, but she threw it all away,
Now she's alone, and the bed feels so empty.
Do you like it like that?
Do you need to give back,
Oh never care.
Never care for those you know,
It'll hurt again someday.
Don't touch it cause it'll bleed.
What good am I to you,
All I know is what you said.
How could I remember all the names,
All the promises all the pain.
I wish we could have shared,
My head feels empty all the same.
I smile and laugh, at the numbness,
At the cold.