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When In Winter I Died



It was cold as I looked out upon the night sky
Wondering what should become of you and I,
What of the love that once ran so free?
I could see my breath as I walked down the frosty road,
Slowly slinking home to my humble abode,
And the cold was bitter as it crept up my feet.
Dirty, crusty snow covered the street.
Your cries and screams stay with me,
As if demanding some retribution fee.
Haunting like some tell-tale heart
That beats within my mind,
There is no peace that I can find.

Cold December night,
I full of fright,
An eerie mist within my head.
Words only failed me,
No intelligence prevailed in me.
Only stuttered, hollow words came out,
Words that were rooted deep within doubt.
So sipping at my drink,
I was not allowed to think
And I shot me an albatross.
With my words and thought
These troubles I wrought.

When in winter I cried,
When in winter I died.










Sleep became an unfamiliar thing,
Always awake before the bell would ring.
I shivered as the cries came back to me.
The mist refused to leave my head.
It had set up shop and made its bed.
I quiver and shake and cry and moan,
There are times of courage but they’re only on loan.
And I ponder and look up into the air,
Alfred once said, “Do I dare?”
And do I dare to disturb the universe?
Why is love a tool,
Why does it rule?

Fear love? – A question I ask of me.
Fear commitment? – A life long problem you see.
The fog has left its bed unmade.
The tears within my heart,
They are tearing me apart.
It is blind minds that make the world go round,
Why is it that I listen to their sound?
Your sound I shall try to revive in me now
Yet I don’t know quite how.
I’m looking for my abyssinian maid
Who plays her dulcimer so beautifully,
But I no longer hear her symphony.

When in winter I cried,
When in winter I died.

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