All that encompasses my survival of time
Are gloomy gray quiet nights
In this reoccurring winter of mine

As I fall upon the once trees
I relapse as I see
The solitary state of my life as I slowly freeze

Shivers slash my system as swords did once ago
While this quiet evening storm continues to grow

As I forget about my apathy
And the vacancy of tang in my life
Culmination is conceived
By the fine edge of this knife