Hush

The snow is blinding,
as I stomp through this god damn,
no good,
blinding blizzard.

The frost tickles the tip of my nose,
as I signal for help from those that pass by. 

When did snow start falling in the summer?

All the liquid in my gut is starting to harden,
as I feel the remnants of my soul freeze over.

God? If you exist, send a heat wave.

Have mercy on this unforsaken heart.

You of all people should know my hardships.

In fact, you might be the son of a bitch responsible for half of them.

The cold has invaded my veins.

It shouldn't be long now...