Frozen Nights

Frozen nights

Frozen mornings

The coldest of seasons 

The coldest of times 

The snow crunches under my feet 

The trees are stripped where I breathe

The animals huddle inside

The silence is deafening

It is winter

They say, all good things must end 

I don't want but it's just a broken dream

I am not the one you wanted to me to be

Each passing night 

It only tortures my mind

As I clasp my hand and cry

But no one could be my spirit guide

For the living outnumber the dead tonight

I guess I can't take this hell of a ride