Damn Snow.

parents out of town-
broken boiler...


the cold is in my bones tonight.
Now at cross roads with no Godly light
There is not time to waste on choosing
When either way leads to greater losing
Erecting the whispers between the blows
Crucify daylight to fatten teh crows
And this death offers all ethereal wings
To sacrifice art for a sainthood of things
Expression is dying of its own self disgust
I am given no choice but to hang here and rust.