I have become the season’s fool
Who dared to dance upon the snow
Just to see the joy of footprints
Before the pending storm
I lost my way looking up
The misdirection of a bitter night
Little pieces of my flesh consumed
Grown cold to my soul within
There is no season now
I am frost before the spring
Bitter to the sun in which my core
Will poison from the blaze
I survive a stunted shell
Unforgived to each darkened night
Afraid of the bellowing wind
Undone around my bleeding heart
