Weave 7 (Star-Crossed)

Stand me up in this world, there's some dust in a swirl and the empty eyes of the demon inside me. My boots have worn through the ground, the ground has worn through the sound walking around and around all day and night just to find you.
When I see your face well I feel I can do anything and I don't mind if we die. But it's so damned cold, this icicle is reaping me and harvest time is coming soon.
Do you think that we could be together or will it just disappear like smoke?
There was a spark of life there but it's been taken, taken away. We lived a thousand lifetimes and there's nothing else we could say. I thought our lovely dream would come together but together it has come apart, until there's not much left inside my heart.