the world is growing colder
the new season is comming,
a season of cold, a season of dread.
A season of lonelyness.
For my life is not changing,
nothing is new, everything is the same
My heart yearns for her
my head is telling it to quit
which should be followed?
do i follow the obvious?
or do i let my heart make the decisions?
The coldness is comming
its tearing through my cloths
and tearing through me
a chill shivers down my spine
and i lay down and die