What if nothing makes sense anymore?
I was your puppet,
Watch me move without strings.
The universe outside rejects me,
And in calling me out in my lies,
Invites me in-
Come sleep in the snow

The soft caress of night-time,
Too smooth to resist,
Creeps up slowly to confuse,
Succeeding in every way.

I will not go home.

The atmosphere pours out its soul in a letter,
Then embarrassed by its out-letting,
Rips it all to pieces,
Lets it trickle down as dust, letting it trickle down as snow.

Cover myself in the hopes of another.
Cloaked, I am safe from all I ever wished I might be.
I am hidden from my dreams.

And time continues on,
It did not ask permission.
Will you be my friend?