Frozen Love

In the foggy morning, he runs through the streets course veins
His soul rages against his own heart’s silence
Screaming about her, the woman that is now broken.
Passing by buildings, lined with the innocence of white
Taunting him, are the things he could’ve changed, his vices
Running from them swiftly, leaving his trail in the snow

Lightly stepping into the hospital, clinging snow
On his hair hides the sorrow and anger in his veins.
People ran from him, when it was really their vices
That killed him slowly, while she was there in silence.
She touched his heart and showed it how to be white,
And pure, no matter how much it had been hurt and broken.

In her room, the tiles on the floor are old and broken
And the portrait above her is children playing in snow.
Her face is pale, a statuesque and motionless white,
And time has frozen the crimson red inside her veins.
He stares at her, praying that he hears more than silence,
But the machines laugh mockingly, unmoved by his vices.

“Sir, missing the meals here certainly is a vice!”
A nurse coos to him, her happy soul secretly broken.
He whispers, “All I want this day is more than silence.”
Flashing back, her body laying comatose in the snow,
He didn’t move quickly enough, through the cold veins
And found her lying in red, against the ground’s foreboding white.

Staring at her picture, a beauty dressed in stunning white,
Not telling him where she was going was her only vice.
He screams, “If it wasn’t for me, she would be alive. Her veins
Would live and our love wouldn’t be separate, broken
by the darkness that holds her.” Giving up, against the storm of snow,
He gradually hears her soft voice, fighting against the silence.

He flies by her side and looks at her lips that silence
Locked. Smiling she whispers, “I saw in that forbidding white,
You standing there for me, shivering but strong in that snow.
You have no need to cry, you are forgiven from your vices.”
He holds her to him; he vows to fix what had once been broken,
And to pour out his love once again, back into her veins.

Through the crystal snow, the world will have their vices and
Love’s silence will sing across heart that has become white.
Regrets that have been broken now flow down the rivers veins.