~ Winter's Cold Grasp ~
Summer's blanket, swept away
Once again by a too fast year
Fall baring the branches
Stripping them of their green beauty
Soon Winter's disease comes to infect you
Clenching your soul with a dark, empty feeling
Silence, the impenetrable mirror,
Reflecting the screaming, silent ghost of Past.
You know it's there, eating away at your
Memories, haunting and black, re-emerging.
Try to run. Try to hide. You may succeed.
But they're screams will pierce through the mirror
They'll wrap their thin fingers around you,
Encase you in a cold grasp.
And suck you into the deep abyss
Destroy what's left
Soon they'll retreat, knowing you've had quite
Enough for one year. Waiting and waiting
Until finally begins