I stand in the middle of the street, Screaming into the night. I tear at my clothing, Ripping them to shreads. I bare my heart, My bleeding and Broken heart. Lights come on in near by Windows, As curious neighbors heads Peak through closed Blinds. They stare, They talk, They wonder. Why do they not come Help me? They watch as I scream like A Banshee in the cold Calm night. I cast shadows, as I run Past street lamps. The drizzle that was, Is now a light snow. I take off what remains of My torn clothes. I do not feel the cold. I only feel the pain of Remembering. I fall to my knees, As I see you once more. Your hands reach out for mine, And then you vanish once more. My shiver is more like a quake, As I begin to scream again. The snow falls harder than before, As I run fast into the night. The calm night, Turned into my hell.