A gust of wind outside the window
Snow drifts by in a never ending surge
The thought of wanting more, nothing now
As the cold consumes the thought within itself
Far too tired to sit up to watch anymore
I am the poet within these walls of silence
Burdened by the torture that is my conscience
Shards of light glitter in the distance
Calling out to me in a way so tempting
Temporarily driving me insane again
Holding tight to this sensation, I feel...
A cold embrace of a deadly stillness
Overcoming the warmth inside
All the emotion I once felt, now faded...
Somehow the vortex between life and death
Disappeared between now and... tomorrow