lay down
shiver rolling from below
they had a taste for money
in the wintertime
charcoal clouds
bitter cold
that silence only ice can make
an aching echo to behold
for when those angry clouds roll in
they suffocate the soul
soft mumble of a shot gun echoes
agony destroys unfolds
a brittle chill of promise
weeping wary in the snow
they've fallen victim
to the ways of others
had no other way to go