Cold.

Each day the temperature drops a few degrees.

The sound of nothing echoes louder through virgin ears.

And we can't hear them scream a negative to us.

The warmth in your eyes is freezing by the second,

they're suddenly ice blue killing earthy browns.

The tension in the spirit is quite but so alluring

And the pinkness of its flesh is now a pale yellow.

But it walks between street lights and parked cars.

And it gives a light of hope to the ones who breathe no more.

A beautiful bliss is waiting for your innocence here, and it'll take you by the hand, equipped with blindfolds and a few lies

But it'll take more than a spider to lure in a silly fly.