the last winter of my discontent
It is official! I am bound for Phoenix in July, now i just have to survive this winter. It cuts at my soul just as it does the landscape. This winter of the last dieing before my rebirth.
this drink is killing me but I am drawn to it, I see now why they become drunkards. I have an out finally now more dragging feet and waiting for others to step up to the plate, this time i take control.
Why do beautiful souls die?
Drop to their knees before their time?
why does salvation feel like judgment?
or a crime?
this time i am in control this time
why
fuck
winter
depression
the BENDS
Thomas
this drink is killing me but I am drawn to it, I see now why they become drunkards. I have an out finally now more dragging feet and waiting for others to step up to the plate, this time i take control.
Why do beautiful souls die?
Drop to their knees before their time?
why does salvation feel like judgment?
or a crime?
this time i am in control this time
why
fuck
winter
depression
the BENDS
Thomas