Cold

Anger at night
Blood in her eyes
I stare into nothing
While she starts to cry
She masked the sun
Blinded my eyes
Whispered my sins
Hurt too she was
But I carried on
Burdens undeclared
If I had seven wishes
For all of time
I’d give them all back
Seven ways to sin again
If she despairs
I will be sent
Crying late
At heavens stairs
I’ll shout it then
She’s the best time I’ve had
She took it all
Insults and shunned
To shelter me from me
Shelter in my storm

© 2006, Mosquitobyte