Winter's Day

The cold day outside is a reflection of
the coldness in my heart, I cannot
reach Dad, I cannot reach anyone,
I fell into the black hole in my mind

Now I'm gone, all that's left is a cold
hard emptiness where I should have
been, nothing else, all is ropes tying
up pain, oh, for the release

for playing the game of loving life,
forgetting the name of the things
that tie me up with invisible strands
of burning remembrance

Flights of shame...