Wind, Ice, Prison, Snow, Rain

Wind

The wind is the touch of death
It's bittersweet caress is twisted
I can feel the agony of it's soul
My name is the next that's listed

Ice

I stand upon the icy rooftops
and watch man's daily routines
If only I could teach them
That life is false and virtual

Prison

This cell I call my body
Holds back the love of my spirit
Even I mock my existence
My God no longer will hear it

Snow

The snow is the icing of hate
It caps all that isn't real
It's powdery toppings look warm
But it is only cold that I feel

Rain

The rain is the tears of these forgotten
It washes away everything good
I feel only hope when it rains
I wouldn't change it if I could