I was lonely... Even before I visited my lover's grave.
The desolation of the cemetery overcame me.
I didn't notice, when the cold fog rolled in.
I wasn't aware, as it engulfed me; enshrouding me in a dark caress.
It carried me off, leaving behind my useless shell.

Now all I know how to do is try...
Try to hold the others; those who visit their loved ones.
My touch brings no relief from pain.
They're all so very fragile. So delicate.
Each one falls to pieces; perishing in the grip of my cold embrace.
My hold rends flesh. I leave only remains.