Frost
by The Nerve Agents· from The Butterfly Collection
Awake to the morning frost. Retract from the day. I feel no hope here. Hideaway. The fallout remains. Tuck me away. Throw me away. End me today. Our trek to the light may encounter darkness. Grinning it suffocates, annihilates, we fall from prior spinning. Slow to get up? Dare you let the frost settle upon you. It's a cold hard world out there. Don't end... begin! Summon your strength from the hell that's been cast on you. Hopelessness clutches and twists your soul. You will succumb if you let it get to you. It's a cold hard world out there. Don't end... begin! Summon your strength from the hell that's been cast on you! ...can you? When it has you... when it has you... can you summon the strength? Begin!