I look up frozen in snow,
Showing no emotion what so ever so.
The screamy road, reduced to a narrow passage of moans,
The streamy load, is such a heavy foe.
Holding your tongue, biting it and closing it up,
Giving away a gasp so long, while you wait for your mouth to shut up.
As you screech in terror, she's laughing at your reflection,
She's just a glitch she's just an error, she's a mistake not a perfection.
Heaven's in the front gate,
Don't stop, don't hesitate.
Don't worry, you ain't late,
For in my heart, you are to stay.
A coldness that chills, and makes you wonder,
Maybe you are ill, or love this is no longer.
Vivid odors, that used to play the guitar cords,
Shiny colors, now frozen in words.