I feel my weary eyes grow old Sitting here in the bitter cold Praying that it all would end Mercy you would extend
Instead, you let me thaw then freeze I beg, I plead, I'm on my knees Someday soon, will come the end Maybe I'll rest then
Until that day, I'll suffer in pain Bleeding out of every vein Here it comes, I see the end So close to you, my icy friend I close my eyes and rest my head Now all I see is red
Found this scribbled in a notebook from a few years ago. Hard to not resurface those hollow feelings when re-reading something previously written in such a low place.