Listen

Would you even shed tears
If this silver blade conquers my creamy skin?
Would it hurt your heart
As layers are torn apart from my crimson flesh?
Can you say you feel me
As my hands become deathly numb?

My blood soaks your fingers
And you are lost...
There is no deliverance
From my winter sin.

Cold...
Alone...
Icy...
Stone...

You heard but did not listen
Does it pain you?