Burning flesh, hot coals of ember touching my face
I sit alone with death on my mind, wondering why
I can't seem to escape my own purgartory, a disgrace
The torment rushes on, as I try to understand reason
But nothing can be so tragic than the changing season
I stare into the eyes of the cold wintery storm
Watch it come alive and take form
There in the midst of the eerie feeling taken shape
I look out into the water and survey the landscape
Nothing is so cold than death staring back
The fire is no solution to the numbing eyes
Why all the insistence on finding my way
Words are doormat to the dark sunshine
death is knocking everywhere I appear
No matter what life is, it falls away and is taken
I've reached my limits to what is clear
And realize everyone, no matter who it is
Has to awaken to the idea that hunger, poverty,
wealth, are means to an end if we don't pull
together and fight the cold of the storm.