The peace I want is sleep for months. When leaves wont come from trees now numb. When the giver of life is a sliver of light. When the rivers are ice as grows dimmer the sky. When the rays of our star start to fade and get far. Now a scrape leaves a scar. And long days freeze to shards. I would stay in a cave where I'd lay in the dark. Never wake, never stray, never ache, better heart. In the weeks of the snow when things green fail to grow. I would cease to be known, never leave, never show. Til my head truly mends, and wont spread to my friends. Til I shed abused skin, still as lead through my limbs.