Life is. Winter personified.
With little teasers of summer and glimpses of spring,
fake empty promises to keep us going...
life is spiteful, and very mean.
Cruel and tempting.
Life carries in its breeze a vibe or something
that sometimes, ALMOST gives us wings...
just to remind us that we have to live on our knees
and that we will ever be suffering.

Life offers us shelter in the dark of night,
where we we cant see anything even if we open our eyes...
and we get used to it,  the charcoal smears that we call life.
The familiarity visible, of what we wear inside.
What wears us out and feeds off our minds.

life is...closed. after all these years of struggling
on the path towards the salvation of our souls.
The gates of fate are the gates of gold
not what we have been told, ever closed
Nothing to look forward to, life renders us old,
outlined by all the shades of scorn.