The Wind

The wind's cruel dance bites at me,
I'm cold and frozen to leave I am not free.

I shiver,
My lips they quiver.

Memories take over,
They make me sober.

I see him he holds my heart,
Then tears it apart.

he rips me limb from limb,
All on a whim.

A smile on his face,
He knows he's won this race.

The wind bites me back to reality,
I know I've become another fatality.

The wind comes form my soul,
The part of it he stole.

I freeze from the inside out,
He knows he's won without a doubt.

My heart stops beating,
I feel myself retreating.

The black covers me,
Never again will I see.