Cold

He kept them in the chest freezer, he kept them out of sight.
He kept them in eternal sleep, where they would never feel the light.

He had a tall fridge freezer, in which he kept his food.
But the chest freezer was special, for the things inside, accrued.

He was a very strange old man, no one ever heard him speak.
And so nobody ever spoke to him, they considered him a freak.

It wasn't that he couldn't speak, he simply chose the silence.
Avoiding opportunities, for words to reveal violence.

He was troubled and tormented, by the voices in his head.
Even now he could still hear them, calling to him from their bed.

From their cold, eternal winter, from their deep, frostbitten sleep.
Although he never spoke a word, the voices made him weep.

Now he kept them in the chest freezer, he kept them out of sight.
Kept them where he put them, on one dark and stormy night.