Dead of Night; Dead of Winter

In the cold dead night 

The moon shrouded in grey shining yellow 

The frost and the fog trap the state in a void of cold 

But I can't feel it 

I can’t feel anything 

Can’t feel the cold touching me 

Can’t feel the sorrow of June 

Can’t feel the winter blues 

Can’t feel the happiness of my family 

Nothing 

Silence 

Nobody out here in this hell 

I can feel the lost souls roam 

I feel their presence around me 

Looking For answers 

For truth 

For everything that was 

Everything that is 

Everything that will be 

See the stars illuminate this tundra of pain and confusion 

See the street lights mark the path of the pilgrimage 

See the never ending roads carve this beautiful land into sections 

See mans creations destroy our past 

My family is asleep 

And long to join them 

But how can I sleep when lost souls need a way home?
-Xavier Swanson