The scent of frost
Tinged the air
The breeze circled, lost
Caught in winter's snare

Its bitter currents whispered
Through a miasma of frozen waves
Alert and alive, it whimpered
Over cold corpses, and wintry graves

A world encased in glacial hues
Swims in the sun's dying rays
A motley of fading blues
Entombed in the silence of space

Wine was cheap
Food was ****
Sat like a creep
And tried to fit

Sleepy as hell
Drank too much
Can't even spell
Wall is a crutch

The girls are cute
Music is loud
Might as well be mute
Another face in the crowd

Swim with the fish
Drink like'em too
Swig and a swish
I'm ******' through

Smile as you will
Grin as you like
But outta my grill
Ain't feelin so tight

Puke in the street
**** by the pole
Limbs feelin weak
Sleep in a hole

Rhymes not so pretty
Style not so sweet
Opposite o' pretty
Not really that deep

Hate most parties
Hate the people that go
Sit at home with a bag o' smarties
With a **** TV show

Entropy is beauty
The death of a thousand stars
Nothing so lovely
As the end of something scarred

All things must die
All systems break down
The end of time
Atrophy a burial mound

The sky is blue
Dark and quaint
A silver hue
Shimmers faint
The smog is rising
Drowning the earth
So mesmerising
Silver grey on concrete turf
It moves so slow
A languid crawl
Misery in tow
It consumes us all
The sludge is pumping
Into the sea
Isn't it something?
The death of Divinity

The Fog is deep, it surrounds my heart
In shallow caves it sleeps, its moist air tastes ****
The air is a brew, of fatal whispers and final words
Piercing eyes in lieu, of a smile that draws blood like swords
Her eyes are alive, moving thunder in a liquid frame
With open arms I dive, beneath the engine of a moving train
A hollow heart comprised, of empty pockets and forbidden shame
Her lilting smile gives rise, to the enclosing embrace of pain

The shallow lights are dying
Fading bit by bit
Those shining stars are crying
The sky is barely lit

Twinkling orbs of splendour
Entombed before my eyes
In the solitude of surrender
Death in darkened skies

If I could show you an image
A simple mirage
Of better places, times simply ours
If I could show you, the elegance of care
The soft sweet touch, of my hand on your velvet hair
Speak to you in whispers, words so soft they're barely even there
If I could feel you, a soft weight spread across my chest
A tiny hand delicate in frame, which upon my shoulder would rest
If I could show you, the compassion in my eyes
The sincerity that therein lies
If I could gift to you, this tiny little heart
Small but precious, a delicate work of art
Intricate in design, and a bright red in hue
Solid as steel, yet hollow through and through
Yet I promise a light burns inside at the first glimpse of you
If I could show you this fantasy
This empty little dream
I could make a mirage reality
A drop of hope, a stream