Lilted

Crimson

Cascades of color
Shades of green
Over glass

Seasons that made us happy
Seasons that made us laugh

Take advantage of our youth
Foolish innocence
Like dark alleyways
On late nights

Tricks and traps
Hear us call
Watch with sad eyes
As we fall

No damp cheeks
Not a shimmer
Cold-hearted charisma
Bottom lips quiver

Distant swan song
Over thin iced lakes
Brick houses quiet
With oblivion under our feet

Seasons that made us love
Seasons that made us live

Fireplaces burning
Ornamental décor
Strewn over walls
Dovelike demeanor

Cascades of color
Shades of red
Over ice

Seasons that made us cry
Seasons that made us lie

Cold bodies
Cold hands
Cold hearts

Puppets of death
Let us scream
(Bloody murder)
Let us shout

What we used to love
Why we used to care
Where we felt at home
Gone

This icy wasteland
Contorts love
Controls psyche

Shifting around in endless torture
Our new activity

We trusted everything
With childish naïveté
The world was our playground
And we were here to play

We used to sit in corners
Read books
What happens to our world
When it's out of nooks

Places to hide
As nightmares roam the halls
Typical of you
To run away

Stuck in the same place
Over ice
Stuck with the same color
Crimson
Practically twins
Now that we're dead

Seasons that used to make you smile
Seasons that used to make you laugh
Seasons that used to matter

Kaleidoscopic eyes
We used to sing
What happened to us
We were a dream

Merely a recognizable face
Amongst the crowd
Of lingering souls

What is left for us?