White snow falling on your dry tongue

as your Eyes get weepy and your bones get rusty.

Reach towards the dust you’ll become;

you’re headless and blind, we all run out of time,

the world dances forward soundlessly.

Frostbite through soggy jeans as you sit in the snow

waiting for the sun to rise

on those starry winter morns in the warmest days of January.

You spend your days laughing and singing,

lost in the unreal reality that we live every day.

The world chatters its broken teeth

and collapses within you, your rib falls from you.

Bury the memories in the cold white snow.

I can see your ghosts haunt me in the frost,

spectors in the drops of condensation.

You strain to stare at the cold sun on this hot day,

mosquitos bite at your kneecaps, your tears fall ASAP.

Stammer through that song your mother sung

When you were young 

But you can’t get the tune right.

Suddenly Being here now

Is the toughest thing you can think of, 

how could all the years before this moment be so much better?

The sun is shining brightly, your mind is melting quickly and 

the snow is piling high.

Your mind is leaving you.

Leaking down your spine.

A broken artist.

Leaking down your spine. 

Unremembered. 

Leaking down your spine. 

Worthwhile for the struggle.

Leaking down your spine. 

Bury the memories

In the cold white snow.

Flood the colors of 

What you left behind.

Let them bleed all their hughes 

into paling white.

I can see your ghosts haunt the frost,

spectors in the drops of condensation.