Piercing my skin like broken glass
Mortal chill to my soul
Imprinted on my hands I feel it
Its a memory I can't let go
Foreign quality I don't know
A stiffened cold that I've never felt
The hands that once held me
Have become void of life
I can't wash my hands
From the blood that covers them
I feel it everywhere I go
The scars stay with me
No reprieve from this frostbite
No relief from what I've seen
I've tried to wash it off
But the memory stays
No matter where I go
I feel the pain
Broken Glass