The frigid air chills my skin
Its bitter its caress
Wrapping my skin
In its bone thin fingers
This I know
But I remain unfeeling
Just as I seem untouched
By the sun’s warm glow
Not even this light
Can thaw stone
Or give life back to the dead.
And I find myself
Cringing away from
The harsh cruelty
Of the day that is breaking
Like some twisted creature
Contorted by pain
Crippled and ****** to roam
The barren bowls of the earth
Searching in vain
For something unknown
Aware that it will never be found
Sheltered from the harsh eyes of judgment
Hating me for each futile breath I take
The darkness becomes me baby
Can’t you see I wear it well?