Falling Snow

Fall of snow, Flakes gracefully landing pure and bold, From heavy hung skies, Silence is a tomb of lifeless lies, She suffers in his arms of lead, His old letters dissected when they are read, Her mirror image reveal's a tired, pale, sunken face, Crumbling into invisible pieces, The pain will not cease, She wishes for an end to her torture, Striking at her inner core, Ripping and tearing at her flesh, Open wound's just too sore, He chases long legged lust with so much more, She smells defeat in his world of deceit, Like the snow icy cold, Slapping reality of glaring white being his force of might, Falling snow gathering in the corners of her mind, Switching off her inner light.