I should
Write
Because art
Is another way
Of screaming and

I want
To cry
Because winter
Is closing in
On my whole being

I can't
Stop
The time
Is moving on
Without me

I miss
The love
Not even she
Is close enough
To the memory

I am
Freezing
And it's dark
Is there time or
Is it an illusion?

I think
I'm trying
But my motivation
Is gone and
I'm going with

I try
To not
Disappear completely
Is there a choice?
Another way out?

I fade
And lose
My mind
I'm not a fighter
I can't even rhyme

I drink
I think
I should
I doubt
I am but
I will go and
I will

I will