In the depths of the cold seasons, Dreams come to me; Offering hellish torture, Reminding me of what once was. In the plaintive vision, I remember a paradise that once was.
Surrounded by warmth, I stood amongst July's proud broadleaves. I stood amongst life In the comforting energy of a vibrant world.
But at the fall of every year I know it's not to be. Awakening from my dreams, I find desolation.
My vibrant world gone, I behold a land Engraved in tombstone gray. And within the depths of my heart, I feel as a silent monster would; Standing over the corpse of his only friend.