The winter is an eternal death that I long to be
My heart is warm but my touch is so cold.
The fever will not break, and these visions I see
These broken bones, and the bottle I drink.
The frigid air calls, if you listen close you can see
Every breath is the last lonely leaf ,so bold.
The skin cracks as it bleeds another bottle is all you need.
These broken bones have never been so cold.
The highest cloud fades from lack of light thundering sea
A welcoming sight calms the dying light
As the frost numbs my life, finally calling me free.
My Broken bones, and the bottle I drink.
I have no home because I walk these streets
I Lie down among the reeds this bed made for me
My Broken Bones, and this bottle I drink.
Curse this bottle for it is all I need
It keeps me warm in these times of need
My Broken Bones and the bottle I drink.
These Broken Bones have never been so cold.
About the Creator
Kevin Klabon
I am an artist, a musician, an author, a poet, a magician of the written word.
I live no life without pen and paper, or a paintbrush in hand.
If you could share your love for what I love, I would love you to the moon.
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