Winter Mute

I hide deep in my pretence 

For your void grips me cold

I drown in the dark of despair

Lose my sanity in night's hold

Neither of us do speak words

That was fire when we told

I seek no life breath anymore

It is an idea that I've sold

Yet often midst sleep upon wake

When I miss you in my hold

I drown it a tall glass of water 

I feel my strength ebb growing old

So when the winter arrives this last

And bludgeons me with its cold

I will smile one last time and wink

For to me such a death was foretold