This Shade of Silence (Trijan Refrain)

This shade of silence withers me and prunes me back to white, a near dead branch upon a tree cast into long-bright nights. The sun deceives, His face aglow abreast the earth entombed with snow the sun deceives the sun deceives the earth and everything below. This shade of silence withers me, a wound upon my soul while Winter reigns o'er all that be abandoned in the cold. Such quiet seems the sound of death as if no life were spared and left. Such quiet seems such quiet seems to suckle at my lips, on breath. This shade of silence withers me, a haunting Winter hymn, a saturating melody that paints emotions dim. It curls me up at every tip and leaves icicles on my lips it curls me up it curls me up until my heart feels like a crypt.