Season Without:

This coldness this delude of nothing
raindrops merge with tears
creating self unreliant visions
did you hear it as it screamed
did you not see the lines
of frustrational begging
so why is it so
why bend and weaken
to anothers will
through the tortured experience
of self loathing undesire
despair in the pity
that resounds in the echo
of the deftly silent nite
words spoken lost in translation
being that its said by another
and not ever me
second to the choice
first to feel the pierced heart
that is slowly dying inside
wanton need not enough
to make see the sunlight
that could be beyond the rain
that runs away with my dreams
of all that was
and all that could ever be
the mirad of eternal loneliness
wraps around me
as if a shroud for my own tomb
and there I will lay
as if forgotten
or forsaken
by the way of the summer
long gone
and but left me
with this cruel winter
sleep
now
sleep