Punk'D in the Frost

An image of azure in the night,
A hazy place blinding with star's light.
A well of heat that softly glows,
Plunders warmth from the deepest souls.

Inside this forest of sleepless plight,
Sacred hymns of distressed mind.
Not realizing yet losing everything,
We lost ourselves craving the dream.

Countless pale nights have gone,
In this world of inescapable menace.
Silently braced in our faltering faith,
Lost days of happiness towards death's last grace.

Differences are easy to find,
Days of affection still far behind.
I'm troubled by the void in me,
And troubled by the void you see.

As the winter snow takes a red hue,
This misty dawn of redder blood still.
Different eyes treasuring different hope,
Fickle trust broken, strokes of broken stiff quill.