Glowing Eyes, Falling Snow

Last night, I was awoken
By the glowing eyes of falling snow
But I won't go any closer to my window
For it's strange how the icicles grow

My journal is empty for the past several days
They must've been spent in a lonely haze
Why do visitors no longer come?
I suppose that the snow has melted my home

Balloons have been tied to my cold metal bed
And they spin round and round and around my head
I look out the window one final time
The icicles have melted, and so have I