The Cold rolls in beneath the folds of my bedsheets
Afflicting my lungs with a sudden ferocity
As It announces that It is indeed here.
I watch the Sun recede from my window
taking with it my memories of summer
and in my lucid paralysis I am replaced with an all too familiar fear.
I lie here with an overwhelming need for death,
so I can just stop
trying.
My blood is only warmed by my anger that the Lord has demanded
that I remain here
on this side of Life.
I have become unlovable. and will be unloved.
