Cold Nights
Winter never passes over my town, for it is stuck wafting in the carcass of my mind. I fear you have no path, no direction and no hope of returning to sanity. I know you have no dreams, and mine can fuel ours no longer, I can bear the weight no further. You failure of a humanoid, with your bumptious ego fade into the abyss of the long forgotten in my heart. Lay low in the murk, make your home in the waste; its been a while your home hath missed you.