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In a dark wynters cold,

I am lost and on my own,

These seem to be my darkest days

Nothing could replace what was once lost in rage,

Nowt for me she's left,

I am counting my days till death,

I am haunted by her ghosts,

but only now do I realise it's her I love most,

A bitter sweet love despised,

My sun not again to rise,

My happiness defiled,

exiled from light,

I know I caused her death,

But not forgotten the taste of her flesh,

Nowt for me she's left,

I'm counting my days til death,

In madness I crossed a line,

what's left now but vile reminders of a bastard god's design?

So fuck your god!

Still remembered the grey of her eyes,

Love remains when all else dies,

but she's gone now and I'm on my own tonight,

frozen my heart is bereft of joy,

I'm pleading for my death,

but oh no luck yet, I still have aeons left,

to free my mind of her stripped and ravaged flesh,

but then it plays through once again,

then once more again,

an image of her burned into mine eyes,

amid a pool of blood and ice,

and on that bitter bloody night,

my rage set loose and caused a storm that took her life.