Little Victories

I press your hand in mine however cautiously,
 I keep a smile right to myself
 And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession
 And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into suspension
 This winter
 So cold, Creeping down your arm
 Stealth soldiers, Creeping around your palm
 It's so hard, hard to understand
 Little victories won creeping around your hand
 The sickness has taken hold through violent, blurted syllables
 Escape my mouth under my breath
 The voice of pricking dread is whispering insistent in my ear
 My paranoia galvanised by your gaze, so austere
 This winter
 So cold, Creeping down your arm
 Stealth soldiers, Creeping around your palm
 I know it's hard, hard to understand
 Little victories won creeping around your hand
 I pinned your crest to my chest, hoping it might start to look right
 There was hushed talk of young boy's corpse lying face down in some river
 His hands used to move like mine
 I can't stand myself this morning, i am practically that boy
 No strength to endure, Ghostly insecure, Pallid through lack of choice
 This winter
 So cold, Creeping down your arm
 Stealth soldiers, Creeping around your palm
 I know it's hard, hard to understand
 Little victories won creeping around your hand
 Creeping around your hand