Into a Frosted Night

In another few hours Sex and blood N murder Digging up bones A smear of mascara Digging up bones In another few hours As snow falls silently on stone The cooling engine tics The headlights bleed into a frosted night Die to amber in death The tracks are fresh As the red is in contrast Feeling the falling snow covering Etched bone Silent & sincere Sacred secrets A drifting echoing scream Felt in deep future dreams In another few hours Sex and mascara Digging up bones A smear of red Sharp in contrast Digging up bones In another few hours As snow falls silently on stone.