Do you remember the ice coated roses? The ones that seep in and out of dreams, they crawl through the cracks of open windows, and suffocate your soul with sweet bitter fumes.
And do you remember the stinging torn silence? That filters in your breath and down your lungs, it grates fractured souls once from once, and steals hearts to mind in sour plumb times.
And could you hear that person screaming? Bounded to murky black bowers of home, we tried to pick her free from shadows, but struggled and haunted they hide in the hallows, they shout only to me, when I am alone.