The Comforter

It's getting cold
so please hold me close
Light echoes on my skin

My thoughts drained
All empty and cold
Your eyes have seen it all

This river will
wash it away
Tears you cry will fade

Perfect you are
You're beautiful and
I want to lay you down

This self harm won't ease the
pain you must feel
This parade you tend to walk
I will empty the streets for you.