Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear

I try to grasp the colour of my blood and all I feel is life slipping through the colourless veins.

The colour of fear is never dark or black; it has the colour of thunderbolt; usually white, but can appear in different hues depending on how the fear travels through to get inside your heart

If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.

Spring can still be felt
even if you lay under the bed
Frozen heart can melt
in coldness when wintry love misled

Let our love chase all clouds away
Hold my hand and feel the day
Your footsteps guide my steps all along
Beneath my skin your veins belong.