Can you see it? The cold in your breath the quickness of your steps.
I don't feel the animals sound in my ears anymore. But only the eyes in the trees of fear.
Don't you want it so bad? The sound and the flow of the world breathing. Another body's dead from the fathomed snow
"So isn't time fast?" I ask to the howling wind at my window
Did you feel then, how you do now? Is this nonsense making you proud?
The clouds of agony engulf the sky the colors die of thirst and the cats don't come home from time to time, all the people I know are committing a crime, and our pockets can barely hold a dime.