Dead of Winter

Oh how the torment of this life, is too much to withstand; 
I've tried to guide you but you, drew back your ailing 
hand; Still your heart, as blood pours out;

Your note's killed mine, as ink pours out last words. As it
 was written, so shall I listen; A farewell letter, this 
choice is forever.
The remains of your letter, lie broken burning; Dancing on 
the embers, quivering cold December; As I stand here 
defeated, the deed was done;
As I lay here drowning, your image has faded, gone. An 
endless bond, true friends were we;

We existed in, perfect harmony; If only your words, could 
pierce this surface; Return us to our, state of tender 
bliss. I'll promise, not to forget; I'll promise not to 
forget, that desolate winter. Farewell to this flesh, your 
soul, finally breathes; Released from its cage, finally, 
it's set free.
Your darkness could not, extinguish your glow; And now that
 you've gone, there'll be no brighter tomorrows. If only 
your death, could heal your tender wounds; Return to us, my
 serenity has gone. Denying, your sudden, end; I'm dying, 
I've lost, my best friend;
I'm shaking, from your, absent touch; You've never, meant, 
this much; A feeling, I knew, all too well; Reflections, 
here I, choose to dwell; Your body, laid down, before my 
eyes; I was, silent, though I tried; I never, could tell 
you, why; In ashes, does my, my love lie.