A pale star of lies ascends in the night

So cold and so distant, a desolate sight

A shimmer of silver, a shimmering wound

It shines on the world but heals no one immune

With long weaving whispers you're making the trail

With silky soft loops, a net that won't fail

I'm stepping so softly, one step at a time

I sense the trap coming

It's closer than mine

The honey from lips is a bell in the air

A sweet taste of metal, it's just lying there

A promise I taste but the sting is below

Your plot like a serpent, it just seems to grow

It coils round my neck, a slow gentle press

It tightens its grip in its quiet caress

Love in the frost, a crown in hands cold

A curse you can't carry, stories are told

We're standing beside the word that is mute

A sentence unspoken, it's left to dispute

The breast is on freeze, the frost starts to mold

No storm ever breaks it, no prayer ever told

The heart is a deep and a midnight black lake

Its surface is still, there's no bottom to take

The light only lingers then leaves with a sway

Into shadows it goes where the darkness will stay

Where breathing is easier, dimmer than sight

A shell of my hardness will carry the light

When the inside is hollow it won't even fight

Love in the frost, a crown in hands cold

A curse you can't carry, stories are told

We're standing beside the word that is mute

A sentence unspoken, it's left to dispute

My heart sends no sparks, it's only on fade

Its charring and dulling, a memory I've made

But still we call it by love and by name

Though it echoes as empty

A hollow old frame

Like a door in a house where no one can stay

The spring turns around from the doorstep in flight

It never touches the stone, this cold empty life

The rhymes are all spilling, they break on the floor

Their echo is gone and I don't want them no more

The truth is a wind so sharp and so clear

It's cutting without blood but holds only fear

But still we will stay, there is nowhere to go

The darkness is softer than sunlight

You know

The stories are flowing, they melt in the mud

So lovely but sour like a flower in bud

A tombstone remains more permanent than fame

The waves of the time, they are all just the same

What is left is this black muddy love in the dust

And a silence so deep

There is nothing to trust