• Winter winds kiss my face as I stare at the cloudy skies,
    What lies but cold thoughts, hearts, and eyes
    I can see my breath as if my soul escapes me
    As mysterious as Gatsby, my thoughts are ghastly
    I close my palpebrae in hope lifes quality increases
    That in place of the desert, i reside on the cold beaches
    The sweetly softened beaches breezes bestow upon me more pleases...
    And yet upon opening my lids...
    The badlands dry sands still drag over my so called plans
    My expression remains unaltered as i am used to the falters
    And a sigh escapes my seemingly lifeless lips.
    My leg turns and my foot hovers toward the door
    I simmer and slide towards what is no more
    The abode to my unease is quite warm and toasty
    I turn to survey my desires slowly as i close my egress behind me..