Coming Home - Dreariness

These roses which I hold in my hands

Are dry and without spines

What once was an aching red

Sprinkles on my bitter wounds

And everything loses its color

A slight wind steals the last tired petal

And with it, my destiny

I let myself lulled by this cold winter

Hypothermia, I’m safe now

My infant dreams are lost in the snow

Which now makes it more pure

Purifing things now.

And my mind breaks down

And everything becomes redder

My footsteps, a trail of blood

While the loop is in its place

And maybe I’m coming home

With a white coat which is now my dress

With a white coat that will be my last dress

With a white coat that is my only fate

Hypothermia, I’m safe now

And I feel nothing, no more pain

Hypothermia, and the delicate winter song

Echoes in my head

And death is only closer now.

It embraces me, sweet snowflake warmer than my skin

And I’m about to drift into a white world

And my thoughts are white

And now I see everything white