Shells of Silver - when the cold of the day moves over and the warmth

when the cold of the day moves over and
 the warmth of the night moves in there's 
a howling that sticks beneath my skin so i try to stay warm and moving but the silence is just too strong like the bloom of a rose is sharp and long shells of silver 
This feels strange, as the closer we get to the grave
everybody wants love, but it's not enough, to have a good heart, but it's not enough.