Young & In The Way Times Are Cold
Times are Cold
These Days When You Look at Man
& See Him on His Knees in Debt to Ghosts
I Look at Myself
& Plunge
I've Never Felt Chills
Like These
Yet I Am
Drenched in Absence
Linger in Season
& Never Kneel
These are the Ways that I Am Brave
Times are Cold
These Waters are Mine
Yet I Am
Drenched in Absence
Linger in Season
& Never Kneel
It's True I Use My Chest
To Purge the Ice
My Hands Remain Unclasped
I grip the surface.
