Lately I'm a changed lost soul,
Even lost the laughter of time
I'm cold folding in need of coal,
To burn what killed my rhyme
Love is a crown stuffed thorns,
Like cow horns long and pointy
I broke down crawling ways to dawns
Of the same pain without naughty.
Calling your line won't hurt,
But seeing your face will
Because it roams my head,
Fluctuating moods, like will I heal
The heart wants you home
I miss your fire in my zone.