In my weather of cold left lost mirror my reflection from my heart freeze's over.
She warms up my bodies blood.
In my stormy grey minds place of broken only home darkened ghost windows in my left longly.
She slowly shuts there inner interior.
My lost shines day in my cost of living wasteland of play.
She cleans my sand box of broken toy's in saddened lay.
In my story room of empty walls they look back in me it's...