today i dug a grave and shed my coma of idolization and buried my heros i shudder...i shudder at the very thought engulfed in slavery on such prophetic grey days torn from the womb to exalt your hallowed dream unfulfilled...amen now winter has come as well as the icy kiss of gangrene on your heart more numbness more needles please i welcome the soothing splendour of hypothermia my mute cries must fall on deaf ears is this our new profound level of love ashen with grief i remain in the dusk of our mind wish the shroud of my heart dying alone forever cast into the shadows of your expectations