The snow pulls its shroud over mind and heart, frosty branches are brittle and nights are so dark
The gloom envelops, a fog that won't go away
In the dark cold is where my demons most like to play
Snow drifts of a quiet contemplation
Dread filling my mind, heart wishing for sedation.
To just slip away would be so easy to do
So much of my soul they never even knew
What do you do when you feel such unease?
When nothing works out and survival is all you see.
My feelings are heavy, a curtain of grey
A blanket of winter burying me under its weight.
My spirit is frozen, so stuck for so long
A hardened heart now so close to gone.
But still in the silence my heartbeat stings
As my mind is a season that never finds spring.
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 2:27 AM UTC
The snow pulls its shroud over mind and heart, frosty branches are brittle and nights are so dark
The gloom envelops, a fog that won't go away
In the dark cold is where my demons most like to play
Snow drifts of a quiet contemplation
Dread filling my mind, heart wishing for sedation.
To just slip away would be so easy to do
So much of my soul they never even knew
What do you do when you feel such unease?
When nothing works out and survival is all you see.
My feelings are heavy, a curtain of grey
A blanket of winter burying me under its weight.
My spirit is frozen, so stuck for so long
A hardened heart now so close to gone.
But still in the silence my heartbeat stings
As my mind is a season that never finds spring.
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