I grow by stealing moments drop by drop, A thief of warmth who hangs with pointed pride. I vanish quick when brighter seasons stop-- What fleeting shape am I, in cold supplied?

I come out in the dark, Sometimes you can find me in a sonata. Shower in me or dance in me, Just make sure Taylor Lautner is not nearby.

Its first half sounds like a bloodthirsty insect. Its second half sounds like a broken clock. Combined, it is a bloody waste of time.

Striking monochrome; Agate dressed in deepest black Veins whisper lace white

Does your vibe pass the check? Are you exuding something epic? But if you farm yourself into a wreck, It'll dip into the negatives quick.