The winter speaks to me through its underlying bone chill
The cold beneath my skin feels a bit less lonely
Darkness, so comfortable and sweet
It dances through my nerves
The summer is enticing but it tries to melt my unlit soul
There's nothing like the balance between
Tangled, frozen veins
And dying branches
Littering their last tokens of hope
Along the un-accepting ground
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
The winter speaks to me through its underlying bone chill
The cold beneath my skin feels a bit less lonely
Darkness, so comfortable and sweet
It dances through my nerves
The summer is enticing but it tries to melt my unlit soul
There's nothing like the balance between
Tangled, frozen veins
And dying branches
Littering their last tokens of hope
Along the un-accepting ground
