I am soaked in tears,
and ridden by fears.
So sad in despair,
having these dreams of a nightmare.
Honestly looking forward to fall,
being freed from it all.
Cause with these screams in my head
death is no threat.
But then the alarm starts to sing
alongside the morning of spring.
The colds withdraw,
revealing all the warmth from things I oversaw.
Now I can find the distinction
between love and addiction,
while also finding some faith beyond this fiction.
I’m happy and ready,
for the next cold winter
when my hopes will once again, inevitably splinter.
