Cutting Skin - The Thoughts

I chanced upon you

Breaking branches in the snow

And you were startled

By sounds and shadows

The silhouettes of branches

Against sky are

Veins that used to carry

Sparkles to your eyes

And you were cutting

You were cutting skin

You were cutting

You were cutting skin

This dream has frozen over

It wonʼt come again this year

I canʼt see my own reflection

Thereʼs no rhythm here

And you were cutting

You were cutting skin

You were cutting

You were cutting skin

You were cutting

You were cutting skin