2004-01-27 / 2:29 a.m.
Frozen

The snow flakes to the ground

Freezing all in time

Covering the sins

Of our archaic generation

Washing clean the blood

On our hands

We wait for the thaw

Suspended animation

Forced conformity

If my scream could melt

The ground

The snow

Your heart

Would it make a difference?

Would I be heralded?

Would I be free?

Take a blowtorch

To the ice

That isolates us

Breath still is breath

When it's not visible

Unfrozen