Cold Hands
How beautiful you are
So deep in your despair
Lying, sleeping on the couch
The curls in your dark hair
How soft your face appears
When you're lost within your dreams
How calm your breathing echoes
Within the couch's seams
Your skin is warm and colorful
Despite the chill outside
You would have anybody fooled
But I know what you hide
Somewhere in that mind of yours
You're clawing at the walls
Screaming out into the Abyss
That refuses to answer your calls
Deep inside your consciousness
Is something no one knows
And if something happens to go wrong
You'll whisper "So it goes"
But in your arms I find my warmth
In your eyes, a future dear
Your hands are cold outside the blanket
But I will hold them near
To you, inside your sleepy state
You know my presence not
But I will care and call to you
Until the Abyss be forgot