keyboard vomit-another snowy night

these dead eyes have gone too far
half lidded, graying with time too soon
they can't help but see what lies in store
a night mare of hope
a terror of prosperity.

it's enough to drive pi rational

a moment in time captured out a window
by a wandering glance, a look askew
seeing only the cold and icy night
the danger of moving from this spot
you can't stay here, you're going mad.

snowplows coming like bad luck, in groups of three
but they can't get it all. the road is still gone here and there
obliterated by the white drifting masses of featureless ice
keep staring. the night will go blind in it's staring back

but the night doesn't need to see.
and you've just lost your sight.
lets see your spite
are you proud now?
you've wounded yourself.
walk a little blinder than before
each day you get a little more lost.