Gray clouds float above me
Whispering softly
Riding into the night sky
In photo cells, I belong to the past
The flash of the camera
Distorted in my feelings
In photos
You said you changed your mind
I knew you would
I could feel it coming on like a storm
Happiness I\'ve never known
In rivers of passion
Life is snuffed out like a candle
A cigarette for breakfast, the coffee is getting cold
Each day I\'m getting older, I\'m fading
With the unexplainable pain lingering
Like clouds of smoke in my prison
My unholy body
I wake to remember a sordid history of rhymes
Lost recordings of the memory
Playing on repeat
I never really know what it means
Being free, I can\'t stand the intensity of pain
The suffocating ache
I haven\'t known peace in days
A winning smile and a happy face
The loneliness of an abandoned house
A relative passed over to the other side
Smudged fingerprints left behind
A book turned over
On the page left unturned
A fire burning in the soul
Letters unopened on the worktop
I\'ve never really had the strength to smile
I put on a brave face, but inside I\'m breaking
For years I spent my life working on a novel
Which never came to fruition
But I realised my destiny belongs to writing
Working under the weight of seven worlds
We are masters, we are slaves
Working but we never really get paid
I loved you, but you never cared
The snow is our summer.