Winter Solstice

How long will we torture ourselves? How long will this forever be? Can't you see ... Can't you feel ... Hearts a shade of blue ... Ice. Beyond the horizon, I see, I speak Hours to days ... These days washed that bridge away. Watch me sit at the shore and throw bottles to the ghosts. Hours to days ... Fifty Fifty ... twenty-five ... seventy-five ... Give and take a one-sided blade, I cut just to try to feel anything. I bleed. Therefore, I am. ... the days turned into weeks ... How do I count my fears? The sum of it all, the hurt of you.