Fresh cuts on my skin, br Bleeding Christ, br Losing faith... br br There is frost on my dreams, br There are fresh cuts on my hope... br There is dust on my faith! br br It’s like a scream br Caught in a mild wind, br There is dust on my dreams! br br Only words in the wind, br They have no shelter, br My will is shattered! br br There is death lurking by, br Near my dreams... br br ©Elya Thorn.