Coldworker

An Unforgiving Season

Coldworker


Sowing seeds of apathy 
In this field of dreams 
Cultivating misery 
Poisoning the stream 
Reaping bitter harvest 
As frost permeates 
An unforgiving season 
Coming on today 

Reservoirs are draining 
Bleeding life away 
Water flow is waning 
And no longer irrigates 
There's nothing left to harvest 
Famine rules the land 
Curse of negativity 
Turned fertile soil to sand 

Alone, enslaved 
Work and toil to no avail 
Decay paves the way 
Warmer season in its grave 

And ripe with pain and hate 
Vast and desolate 
A field once free of woe 
Now dark, dead and cold