Days pass by in the arms of time.
I stand alone staring at abyss,
waiting for that final, cold kiss.
 
The candles burn into the night.
Shadows on the wall, motionless,
watch as fire loses its light.
 
The bottomless purple lake stood still,
as I leaned over, just to see my face.
And beneath the shiny surface, a pale
monster is hiding its hollow eyes.
 
My lips are turning blue, as winter lower's
its hand down to my shivering heart.