Your Winter

You have become my winter,
you have become the season I find no shelter in,
and I know I shall fade away in your oblivion.
It feels cold, and with it all my sentiments froze to a decadent lightless path,
you have become the door I should not have knocked on
and now I am only left to ashes, and the embers that remain slowly burn me deep inside.
In this coldness you have succumbed me,
for your heart grew apart and now I try to hold my tears in my hands,
but hte torrent slips through my fingers.
Behold my decadence in this cold mercyless season,
for I think I will not be able to outstand this suffering.
You have become the winter of my spring,
and your name in my mouth is bathed with mourn and tears,
and I try to fill the emptyness,
oh God, my tears will not stop flowing and my suffering seems endless,
you have become my coldest winter,
and a trail of frozen tears is left behind
as I trudge my way to escape from this bitter cold embrace,
but I still love you in decadence... I still love you...

RQ
Moscow
24/5/10