winter hurt.

winter hurt.

an age of depression and loneliness
imprisons false hearts not set for freedom
into nightmares no one can escape from.
with time, all love becomes a cold numbness-
a tired and fading signal of distress.
where in this land will one find salvation
from voices in my head- screaming demons?
imagination created this mess.

imagination created your hell,
a world where everyday you fall in
deeper into a feeling of fading.
cold winter pains have one under a spell
forming a universe where all things spin.
but well, there is no escape from dying.


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