6 May 2012
Winter spits it's cold tears out
Weeping at the death of a shortened day.
The nights crawl out, longer now,
And slide over the frozen earth.
Too cold and hard to absorb, the acid runs off
To lay its poison elsewhere.
The counterfeit rain bites at me
And I wish for a sleep longer than these long,
eternal nights.
Homeless • Opuss № I