in a different life cat and i watching the winter clouds roll by
grey streets littered with them fallen from grace the wingless and faithless what will it take to light a little fire in their hearts
fog trap the face of the culprit never fades
dry eyes oh winter sky would you cry for me
we’ve walked a long way now and arrived at the soul of winter
each word a brick a beam a foundation driven into the space of void to create a world for the reader
the battle with sleep drifts out of focus until only nothingness remains
the smoke trails off and returns curling an invitation from a dark and misty place as limbs move uncontrollably towards the gloom
the names of the dead become paths in the dark forest to walk is to trample and to trample is to wake death
the winter night continues wounds patched and prowling the edges of reality