I feel a cold heartbeat in the springtime
And the sunlight feels like shadow
Warmth seeped away slowly
Like blood, running out
A pool grows around me
And each time I wake
I find my fingers cast in frost
Slowly, painfully regaining themselves
So that they can reach towards distant clouds
And grow cold again

Springtime has forgotten my face
Its leaves grow far from me
And the flowers I see are in black and white
There petals as sandpaper in my hands
Colors that never grew
Scents that never blossomed

This is the world of man
Where light is cast as shadow
Beauty as worthlessness
And where all is empty
Coated in glitter, shimmering
Shells of lies