Briskly moving through brisk weather
Death under each step I take.
Time is up now, minds are turning
Fear and freeze about to break.
Polyester coverings buttoned tightly around her
Similar to feelings unable to unfasten.
Bound around her neck and made of fur,
Slide it off in a fit of passion.
Building up slowly during late autumn months,
Sadness and anxiety and desire.
Desire.
Desire.
Craving, itching, lusting for more;
Locked in an apartment and confined.
Books are my company and in them I explore
All of the worlds that have made my mind blind.
The girl with polyester coverings,
Hang up your coat.
It is time for a rediscovering
Of your very first note.