Can you choose Which part of your heart To lose Upon the path, the lonely road That takes a dive Into the plummet of Hell? I seem to have forsaken myself, For the gift to another. Her eyes, bead back disgrace, In tears that drop from weather's face. Storms siphon humanity From the melting pot, to the highest cloud. I dream, Though I cannot deem Myself to see What will not plea For the life of me Down on my frozen knees. I bleed stars, Rage tired wars In my arms that are wet by blood, Cut from my reflection. In a mirror, An old man stands As he runs a current from two eyes, Fields winter by his cold sighs.