In the bitter, wintry winds you stand

Claiming that the pain I inflicted crumbled walls, made them fall

That I left the plains barren, full of chaff and refuse

Yet I have to ask, so many faces you wear, so which one is you?

Led by passion, spurred onward with desire, I came to want you

By what you say, by words that were sweet like honey

And empty like a fresh tomb

I fell headlong like Judas, the entrails of my heart spilt on the ground like the blood of the sacrifice

Yet I found nothing for all that it was worth.

I hung like a Roman Criminal, left to die and to rot and for all to see

Wanting nothing more than Love

Forced to move on, and sorry that I changed seasons without informing you

But with so many faces you wear, I don’t know which is you

Substantial, I stood as my name dragged through tears and much

Muck and pain

Could I bear my soul to be tyrannized by a lovely vixen

Who I could never be sure truly loved me?

Then bury me now in hopes of resurrection, for surely I have more faith in death of romance than the life of pain

Clarity, not blind faith, led me away

And all I could think of

Was which face I would see next?

Tell me, that you wear so many faces, so which one is yours?