October, November, Ohio - Imbroco

Got fever again

My feet are colder then winter in wisconsin

Sweet dreams reluctantly end

My freezing hands burn to be touched again

I’m not desperate or deep

Futile wants surfacing

Wind up my gears too tight

Breaks like clockwork

Tree eats kite

This is not an entry for your diary

This is a confession of the ministry

Is was suspension of disbelief

Delusions of grandeur

Visible signs of relief

December as one.

alone

Fighting off the temperature

Winter hollowed out

Set free

Capsizing rapidly

Get your days straight

Quit lying to me

I wish i could

But you would never believe

I regret every second spent

Decisions make damage permanent

This torch i hold is all that keeps me from burning down