Winter is Coming, Winter is Here

The wind is blowing but the wind chimes are frozen solid, they can't sing

Every hour I realize something. Every hour spinal fluid traces up and down my back. Every hour this spine of mine grows colder and stronger.

I look up at the sky, then I go inside. Is it laundry day? Clothing piled high, as high as my hopes

Time to turn out the lights on this cold night.

I always wear the same clothes anyways: jeans and a sweater, adaptable to this frail weather, this bitter haze, save yourself the pain, dont shave.

Today it shall rain, and tommorrow, the same.

Everyday my vertebre comes up with something new to say. Stand up straight and bend with the wind.

Stay close to your kin, we have all lived a life of sin and no one is going to win, not in this temperature, even Satan would put on a scarf before going outside

We like to rest, us folks in the west

The mountains cradle us like the crying infants we are inside, raw flesh. In its caves and hallows, we hide, our pride is swallowed.

Today will be the same as tomorrow.