December

Quiet Cold

December


At the first sign it begins the terrible certainty the doubt consuming 
This time it simply must be it seems impossible to turn away now 
And it will hold on till the end 
So lift another page another life another day 
Just to escape the dreams you hold inside your mind 
The waves that crush the life of everything 
That you desire and leave you standing in blood 
Once the fear awakens it seems impossible to turn away now 
Into panic stricken it leaves you all alone 
To contemplation of all the ways the end will come 
Your eyes they will not save you now 
And to the truth you turn a deaf ear 
Swallowing anything to quell 
Placebo savior on your tongue 
To calm the pain falsely gave into self-invented death 
And as the chasm fills with ulcered blood and cements in the fear until the 
Next time 
Your senses seem unclear only one thing appears the prison safety that is your 
Own 
Quiet cold