day turns to winter night
stone cold into snowy fight
Wonderful warmth passes us by
as if we werent anything. Why?
Dead lay still
the living walk on with will
But here i do stand
with no name, no land.
In the heat of passion
I lost my compassion.
He made me this Queen of Hearts
He made me cruely smart.
I am now Queen
of the Will between
Queen of the Lying dead
Queen of a cold bed.
Stuck in a winter wonderland
wrapped in blankets of cold sand
I am Queen
of a dead heart gone obscene
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