i am not suicidal, this is just how i write* |
Voices This winter blanket shouts across the seven seas A cold reminder daunting after the midnight freeze This white cacophony of winter nights of past And the prayers of our old selves begging it to last Those days so long ago, the snow weighing down the trees Beautiful depression, the days without the leaves Laughs exchanged so long ago, but yet so close in space But yet so far away by the look on your painful face This year has been long and now we return once more And so I apply my armor and head for the door This season of death is now at peak And life without you makes my scarred knees go weak If I forgive this seasons abandonment of life I possibly can shake the snow from atop my head and drop this glinting knife These days have been unbearable it seems And now matter how loud I yell this snow muffles every scream Shouting in the winter, in such a peaceful time Exposes all the ungrateful wretched slime This peacefulness, ironic and confused Ripping happiness from those of us abused Abused by hate, and by one selves, attacks from thought A constant reminder of the impending rot As I dance in this snow, which turns into slush I remind myself, everyone dies so really what’s the rush? |