WINTERGAYSEX

if anything
and by that i mean
if dreams were meant to be actualities
and you weren't so damn cruel
winter would never come.

and for good reason.
if we're apart, then the world is right.
let's not disrupt this balance
this delicate nature of protocol and purpose
we're content

but all we do is suffer. we are never truly happy.
and for what means? to appease earthly desires?
well, you know, id trade it all in an instance
for an shot of fufillment.

to feel blood, running through my veins
to actually have it signify that i was alive
and not just dreaming
it would be finished

until then, until my number is called
ill sit, and wait. for you.
perhaps for a chance to feel your breath against my face
or your touch on my skin

but until then, ill wait. ill wait until death.
winter will get the best of me.

winter will be the end of me.