Cold Fire   
 
I like standing outside 
In the middle of winter 
Cold and wind biting my flesh 
Stabbing like a thousand knives 
Millions of pins and needles 
Then like burning flames 
For even the cold turns to fire 
After a while 
I love this burning feeling 
Making my souls smile 
With it's intense warmth 
The inner pain slowly heals 
Under this hideous shell 
There is a great spirit 
That has been to hell 
And wants to break free 
With arms wide open 
Exposing willingly the skin 
All the flesh that was marked 
Opening up the shredded heart 
The blackened organ that was loveless 
Recieving all the white numbness 
Falling flakes from heaven 
Touching each tender scar 
Each one healed brings more desire 
The blood dripping from my cheeks 
Like scarlet tears on a blanket of white 
Cold mixing with fire