Winter

Winter hangs itself in the autumn air
Like a sheared out corpse to be harangued
My home drinks blood of the deceased swallows out in the porch
As I tiptoe my way,into the gallows of winter
A familiar feeling follows
Grief sews itself through the fabric of my bones
I greet it with a smile,that has been flawlessly rehearsed
I look sleek and beautiful, I look cursed
And I look lovely as a rose
And I will decompose
Under many suns like lightbulb drones
I soared higher, and higher than weather balloons
And hurled my body into the rains poisoned with rainbows
My heart throbbed like an old wound reopening
And the distant choral droning of the ghouls of my past saturated my ears
I could see the red sun, gnaw on what remained of the horizon
It burnt vividly, and burnt brighter than the northern star
I decorated my hands with needles and pins
And my lips with ashes of forlorn grief
And my eyes lit up,like a Christmas tree
I closed my eyes and dreamt of a factory
Where they bred men like me
To house all of suffering
A cathedral for human sins,
A place from where nobody breaks free
I hear faint whispers of promises for a better tomorrow,
They sound empty and hollow
I hear your footsteps, waltzing around in the attic hidden by the roof
Please don’t send me back to my room
I want to stay here for a while, with you
I promise to lay low, like an insignificant human debris
But you’ll do what you want to do
No matter what I ask of you
Chain me to your ankles,and drag me into my room
And you’ll unshackle me, and tempt me
To run away,
But we both know, I have nowhere to go
I wish I could go,where wild dandelions grow
I wish I could glide my feet through the blades of grass that grows by the lakes of Vermont
I wish I could feel the warmth of faith and fear in the lord that I’ve long forgotten
I wish I could reach out straight into the guts of my suffering,and provide some comfort to mitigate the pain
I wish I could return to my past, like a fugitive warlord plotting his revenge
I wish I was tethered to the love of my mother, all I do now is scavenge what remains of it
And I will have to wait,for Spring to arrive