Thoughts that darken, winters so sullen. In an empty blizzard, there lay a lizard
Wrought and tainted, pitiful and dainted, in his apathy ignited an empathy. Full of life, full of necessity
The lizard with his pointed tail, pointed neck, pointed nose pointed thoughts, pointed prose, was lost with a snow covered heart
This heart burnt blue, his emotions ensued, passion he seeked, his fortune naught, in endless oblivion, he mindlessly fought.
The lizard lay so empty Stopped he did his walk, for a talk
Thoughts that conspired Dark and unintelligible Wistful of loss An escape was all he sought
The lizard thought to move, but this blizzard simply grew his snow covered heart with endless haught. He simply did not align his intent with what he thought
In finality he tried, fearful of his demise But try as he might, the shallow reaches of his snow-covered heart did not blaze this simple desire. And so he lay, weeping in dismay.
In this very finality, he lost to what life was simply not In endless wallows Sirens roared Apathetic triumph Blissful want In this snow-covered desert His movement stopped.