Winter frost scratches the whites of my eyes,
bloodshot, mirroring the jagged trees,
that scrape away at the dwindling sun,
setting only hours past its rise
Dark by four, closer, the solstice creeps,
into the autumnal abscess, mired in gray,
cold thoughts stir in the bitter nocturne,
so alone, I am robbed of sleep
bloodshot, mirroring the jagged trees,
that scrape away at the dwindling sun,
setting only hours past its rise
Dark by four, closer, the solstice creeps,
into the autumnal abscess, mired in gray,
cold thoughts stir in the bitter nocturne,
so alone, I am robbed of sleep
boxterjulep:
The Wanderers is a great fucking movie!