Winter Chills II

Then death comes,

Along with broken families and homes

You see people on the streets warming up,

To nothing but their torn jackets and drugs

The void now has a new meaning

But now you have nothing, but in a different sense

You have pain, then you aid that pain,

With more pain

Sniffing the white powder, makes a vision of a white winter fall asunder

A new Man’s illustration,

Which we’re only able to see through observation

A sad face filling a void of loneliness, depression,

And now he’s saying bad words

What else can we see?

Is this really a dream or a reality?

Can we wakeup thinking, “this is only a dream”?

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