Bowing to a monolith of grief. Obsessing over discord
Daydreaming of nights that led my staggering steps to nowhere
Bathing in the Summer night's cold and in the black of night, I feel so old
I feel so worn, quartered, and torn. Hung from the post where my brothers once sung
Cut from the tie where my sanity binds. Stuck in Winter's Hell, with just you in mind
Waiting in the cold, where we hide behind
I can't move on, because I can't shed the weight of myself
There is no such thing as the past, present, or future
There just is, and it never goes away
I thought about you for the rest of the day
Catching my head turning to find you again
I hated myself for it