White petals fall from their branches in the summer
They shine and glisten like her tears, like ice
Beneath the snowy surface lies a cold heart, that
Not even the sun can melt - a soul of despair
A time ago the heart beat soundlessly, wordlessly
Warmth and light tore through her soft skin
But that heart drowned in the depths of misery and grief
Sinking and freezing, a treasure lost to darkness
The soul blossomed to bloom, twisting and writhing
Its vines curled around the heart and squeezed it
Constricted it tightly and refused to release it
And the bitter heart was strangled
Beauty shines; she is a lovely, deadly disease
Taking the hearts of men and crushing them
Seizing their hopes and dashing them
Despite this I still chase the white woman
Alabaster hair, long and scented - shaggy snow
The midnight moon's radiance spun into tumbling spidersilk
A honey-sweet smile edged by soft cherry lips
How delicate and fragile this blossom is.
A beautiful tragedy; my soul is fierce with dismay
Desperate for a path through her winterous heart
I search for safe haven from her deadly serenity
Seeking the summer that I see so rarely in her
Her eyes shine, tempting; dancing on the edge of sin
To hold and be so distant, the endurance is maddening
Let me break and shatter; let me devour what I desire
Teasing, mocking; consume me and I'll willingly submit
