Voices

Voices
This winter blanket shouts across the seven seas
A cold reminder daunting after the midnight freeze
This white cacophony of winter nights of past
And the prayers of our old selves begging it to last
Those days so long ago, the snow weighing down the trees
Beautiful depression, the days without the leaves
Laughs exchanged so long ago, but yet so close in space
But yet so far away by the look on your painful face
This year has been long and now we return once more
And so I apply my armor and head for the door
This season of death is now at peak
And life without you makes my scarred knees go weak
If I forgive this seasons abandonment of life
I possibly can shake the snow from atop my head and drop this glinting knife
These days have been unbearable it seems
And now matter how loud I yell this snow muffles every scream
Shouting in the winter, in such a peaceful time
Exposes all the ungrateful wretched slime
This peacefulness, ironic and confused
Ripping happiness from those of us abused
Abused by hate, and by one selves, attacks from thought
A constant reminder of the impending rot
As I dance in this snow, which turns into slush
I remind myself, everyone dies so really what’s the rush?