Cold living

In the cold sunlight
praying for the night
the warmth that comes with death
the time that is well spent
like rain in still dry lands
taking place on paths
that drink your soul and talk
talk of things unseen
the time you take to dream
in the cold sunlight
the warmth of death comes right
please the reaper well
and forget the way
the paths have now turned grey

Who am I

I don’t see myself reflected in your eyes
just a different fucking girl
a different version you prefer
of the girl I just might be
if interpretations are to be believed
I don’t see myself in the mirror any longer
just a series of women
each one a different genre
something someone wanted to see
a person they wanted me to be
just a warm body to take up a seat
to give them advice on the cheap
and this the meaning of me
what I am lead to believe
the truth only relative
that you see what you want I guess
hear my name and make up a face
pick my home and my birth place
I don’t see myself when I walk outside
every person picks a different kind
it’s like what flavor might I be tonight
because you don’t really care who am I

Snow globe

Outside the glass it grows so cold
looking in gets tired and old
it grows so bitter freezing still
as eyes ice over and sight reveals
inside it seems so warm, inviting
as if the whole world is now shining
so much to be done but nothing for you
outside the glass you are to die soon
the snow on your shoulders
the ice in your eyes
everything glows here
but you’re not inside
where you now sit just looking in
killing you softly with those eyes
you wish you were with us
but you’re outside
and everything inside is warm it glows
and when you finally die inside it will snow

Middle of the night

Lies can make you happy
in the middle of the night
sing a pretty song
make the world a new delight
and cherish what’s not happened
forgetting that you cried
the lies will keep you warm
in the middle of the night
lies can make you happy
burn a fire keep you warm
lies can soothe the heartache
keep you from growing sore
no bitterness to swallow
no absence of the warmth
lies can keep you going
when all you want is to die
yes lies can change a lot of things
like temperature and pain
make the coldest of the midnight’s
feel like summer in the day
lies can do a lot of things
but in the end they’re lies
so careful what you tell yourself
to get you through the night