I can tell that it's coming once again.
The chill down my back, tensing my muscles and even reaching my bones.
Most people shudder at the thought of no longer spending time in the heat of the sun, but I feel as though an old friend has come back to greet me once more.
That chilling feel, making my body stay in the confinds of a warm bed for a bit longer.

Distasteful floods my conscience, as subtle has it replicates.
A monster that was deep inside, the fires in your eyes.
Unlisted heart to confide,  just to surmise the glimmer in those skies.

No end in sight yet, we will be fine.
Verge of a new day's break, wasting daylight. What a beautiful master design as im a held captive upon the confinds of your time.

(Will add on more later)
Been a while since I was active on here. I'm going to Reimpervise my old literature so it's more pleasant and share some of my band stuff I've been conjuring up.