frost kissed grass, a half-frozen stream
berries silently frozen, twinkling
warmly in my den i lay
a soft little secret, curled around my claws

Either know me completely or not at all.
I can't bear the thought of existence in
your mind; a wax portrait, half melted.

I get nervous
During the double chorus;
I don't know who I'll be once
the song ends.

in the low light

my eyes are deeper,

dark as the void.

and as i stare i feel my soul drop into them

as i wait for my reflection

to blink.