As I walked down this road,
Following the wind and scent of,
Nostalgia, looking further on,
To catch a glimpse of my destination.

Snowfall drifting my eyes to sleep.

Did I walk long ways to see her?
Beneath the doorway of my sanity,
And fantasy, dancing for us to be,
Enticed in the wanderlust to leave.

Snow flakes allured my mind to escape.

Did I take my leave on disgust?
Walked the other way in order to leave her,
Ballerina, violin player with the bow on her wrist.
Carving the music of her demise.

Ice a veil on my body.

Did I save her from my heartache?
Running from the statue of her saviour.
Drifting from my malice into anger,
Or did I cower away from reality?

Asleep, snow the blanket of my dreams,
A statue on the door of the light,
Guarded by a pixie holding a razor,
And Awake just beyond the Torture.

Asleep on the edge and hope...let go.
 
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