Barbed Wire Face Pull

Steel spires like cold evergreens looming over my head of glass

As I replace my will with loathing

Nothing is as honest as the hate that drives me

Nothing as cold as my touch

Once more I transcribe

My thoughts into a sober sermon

As love oh so slowly turns

Into nothing but a feeble memory

Steel spires and barbed wires

Icy veins and dried out brains

Snowfall like a silent storm

All over me