.snow.

ten years ago when the roads were filmed with snow & i asked you how the weather made you feel chilled to our bones you would answer like a stone tell me everything was fine, our love was real reel like a film washed out white as the hills lens flare bright as a kill blinded to the sight of blood spilled in our house friends come & go memories linger like a cold stolid moments overwrite our hopes & fears dreams never known cast a shadow on our home turned our bed into a site of irony need like a pill washed down, mind full of swill last prescription to fill in our house i'm the patient but still you're faking health, wisdom & wealth lacking a firm sense of self moods like the weather forecast never better & here i am knee deep in snow no martyrdom to sell just begging to rest for a spell should i regret her or flee to the desert remember to love someone else pleasure beyond the melt not all shivers are hell my heartbeat may be racing—oh well i made it out i made it out i made it