Winter Man

The winter never gave me a second chance Her icy, cold hands lead me in a dance My heart overcome by a sudden pain I woke up from the dream and never slept again The radio began to play her every song It threatened me to run before I knew what was wrong My life was overturned by this pretty bee The poison in my veins is still becoming me Ignorance is fleeting and so is death I chose what to see and when to catch my breath A power in its own; the delivery The hatred that I bare won’t overpower me The winter like a rose of decisive fear To clutch it draws my blood but its beauty’s clear The winter at the end of every street To look back once again will only bring the heat The winter in the midst of a man of hate His icy, cold grip remembers it’s too late The winter ever dancing within his eyes The aura of his loss subsides when he dies