Eclisse

Inhabitable

Bitter...

Crunching, crisp... bitterness.

 

Soured faces...and unmoving limbs.

Like the incurable hospital wing...

 

Always angry... shouting and chanting.

Choking on insults and burning alive in lies.

 

Ripping societies doors down...and shoving hells wide open..

Taking mirrors... molding them into puppets...

 

Watching them torment.

 

Cease the joy....reign the hate....

 

Change the world\'s sunshine...

 

Bring back the cold.

 

Winter rules all.... taking.. freezing... shattering...

 

Always December.