the cold bites at my feet like hungry dogs
my eyes adjust to darkness while emptiness creeps from all corners of the room
I pull the covers tight around me but warmth never comes
the thought of getting out from under my cocoon sickens me
it is more dreadful then anything i can imagine
i grunt at the image of life
a winters dead icy hands the only thing that holds me now
depression seems like a dramatic label
happiness seems like a distant friend
she probably couldn't hear me through this wind
or see me through this rain
starring out the window wishing for a few more minutes of sleep
before I start this horrid day
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