theres a cold front coming
from every direction
yet i cant feel a thing
and im doing just fine
its just the season
passing right through me
and our condesing breath
painting the saturated sky
its our very special walk
on very lovely day
every shade of red,
nonshalantly sheen
ive covered up my fate,
in layered shameful sleeves
the paper lies piled up
mixed throughout
dead mountain trees
last years world news
todays pornagraphic overture
welcome home,
you worthless piece of shit
we can finally agree
on one of many things
its our concrete kingdom
shattered honestly on repeat

i hope you are well,
i can promise you this
you can count on me
just to let you down