God's Flight

If god is a bird he flies north in the winter and south in the spring... Leaving me in eternal cold
My life sees no summers and knows no springs
Fall enters on the eve of winters wings
I am chilled by the maker that shifts the stars and realigns the seasons into positions that constantly leave me with chilled hours
My heart has been burned by frost that bites at it by day and night

Subconcious Hope

Here... I give this to you

It is so cold and alone
Lifeless, forgotten, thrown aside, used and abused
Unidentifiable, nameless, lost and rotten
It used to be... so wonderful full and free... It believes
It used to hum a song so sweet and full of the nothings that bring such joy
But now it just moans and groans in agony of what it used to be
Only a distant memory, soon to become a fantasy, its destruction slowly happening, soon to be lost from reality