Feeling lower than low Moving slower than slow Coming from higher than high Falling the flyer I fly Breaking bitter by bit Waking a quitter I quit Never been wronger I write Leaking blacker than white



Hold on tight For dawn to quake Cling to stitches Bound to break

Winter Blues

The winter blues are setting in Grayish hues wearing thin Creeping low on browning ground Hiding out from inward sound Reddened faces, sunken skin Lashing out to keep it in Then wrapped up tight in blackened lace Disappear without a trace