16 Year Winter

Can't grow flowers 
Where my hands grow cold
Can't grow personalities  
Where nothing will ever grow 
Hiding under compact layers of demons below 
Screaming through 16 years of dirt 
Conceal my deadly fingers wrapped around the pretty neck of a bitter butterfly Shoot me down;
ignite me up with kerosene
Send me into flames of hysteria
Choke me until I turn blue in the face of the blood and ashes
Who's the stranger in the mirror? 
Punching broken glass with a fist like that?
Petty porcelain traps 
Made to look fragile
Tattooed in rage they can't proclaim 
Drowning the blurred image 
Stranger danger in the mirror
Who the hell are you?
Migraine in the midst of trying to grow a soul from 
Ground that's frozen over
Un burying the dead with a hidden revolver 
Igniting the Monarchs with a strangers face 
Send them migrating for the answers to my mundane migraine 
Shattered glass on the floor, in my skin
Can't exactly do these things when nothing will grow
Silent ghost in the dead of winter 
Suffering in the pause people put it on hold 
Who is the stranger
Trying to grow a better me?
Why the hell are my hands coated in the lies butterflies bleed?
Somebody please 
Ignite me till I can burn the dead of winter 
With a smile like that
With a smile like this 
I'll probably freeze 
Shoot me down till the nightmares take over
Bam, bam, bam, thanks 
Free me from the cell
some strangers trying to grow flowers over 
Choke these butterflies until they stop flying 
I don't have to be left behind 
Dead of winter 
I'll let myself cry 
16 year winter and I'm gonna kill it 
Who the hell is this stranger?
Maybe she's me
Trying desperately to make something out of a carcass
Dead butterfly with pretty wings
Bloody, frozen, broken wings
Can't do anything for me