• There I lay, my breath fog upon the glass.
    The hours seem to never pass, as I look out
    my winter looking glass. I'm lost in the reflection
    of my own frosted glaze. My thoughts have been
    nothing but a haze.

    The cold biting at my skin. I don't seem to
    feel a thing. How could I have been mistaken?
    My broken heart was nearly taken.

    I've become absorbed by every single moment
    that flashes across my view. The textures and the
    sounds hug me tightly without a sound. My lips
    have become blue and my fingers numb.

    Still, there I lay. My own eyes fixated on my own gaze.
    Numb fingers pushing at my winter looking glass.
    Fingerprints and foggy breathe smeared and smudge
    upon this glass. Still the time doesn't past and here
    I lay. Without a single word announced, Here I'll stay
    looking out my winter looking glass. Where time never seems
    to pass.