Can You Breathe Freely

To love is to be free.

are we really ever free?

when the snow falls red,

and the tree turn black,

the darkest will find you, the once loved will jump your weakened bones;

you wish all you once feared is gone,

the whispers, the voices, the rage the sour taste you will never forget,

you cannot move or feel anything but a cold wind running down your spine,

freedom does not exist, you don't belong and you cannot rebuild;

darkest has come, it has come for you.