We're crumbling apart from the inside
And our bodies have grown cold
The snow is starting to settle in
As we close our doors
As the winter freezes me over

This earth remains still
The absence of activity is almost eerily fit
I'm cursing a ghost as it glimmers by
I hate it for it's intangibility
More than anything,
I want it to tell me everything's okay,

that the warmth in this solitude is not the only fleeting comfort

But this winter is far from over
Mirrors on every icy street corner
Threaten to black out my very life