Frostbites arise ablaze, a tranquil grace melting away.
You were the adored. Seduce. Betray.
I've felt the fangs, the fangs that timid smiles disguise.
As flames lick the virtue from this bird of ice.
After your silence, lead-headed arrows to suppress.
After my letdown, an oath not to obsess.
Tonight two twisted tongues deformed your faithful silhouette.
Naïveté drowns in our creek, one more depleted cigarette.

You made me grovel at your feet on knees scraped sore just to reveal I never was what you were wishing for.

Shallow crimson connections.
Are they the only thing you crave?
Disregarded affections.
To fall for you.
To fall into a grave.

After your silence, lead-headed arrows to suppress.
After my letdown, an oath not to obsess.
Tonight two twisting tongues deformed your faithful silhouette.
Once wished for comprehension, now I just wish I could forget.

There used to be a time you'd shine with radiance sublime.
There used to be a lie.
Now I'm no longer worshipping the blind.
Ashes of a mistake left behind.

(Rise. Widow. Rise. Deplore.
Rise. Widow. Rise to mourn thy perished.)

If only tears and sweat would start dripping down your frozen chest.
To add layers on your skin and calm the fire to a rest.
Then I would soothe your wounds and let you sleep in my enfold.
To make you see what you have missed by treating me so cold.