And I wish winter would come
So everything I hate will be covered in a blanket of snow.
And the cold will kill off all the things that I despise.
Sure, the wind would burn my face
But it will also dry my tears.
Tremors from the cold will wash over me
But they will make me feel so alive.
Trees, bare of leaves, will reach up from the ground
Their limbs covered with last night's snowfall
They will look like corpses' hands reaching to the sky
Stale, winter wind will burn my lungs
Yet I will inhale deeply.
Clouds, no longer fluffy and white, but a solemn grey
Hang over my head
Advise me to seek shelter
And the world will look so harsh
And so fragile.