• The wind bites ferociously
    on and on
    the leaves cunch beneath my feet
    dying under my will
    the birds stopped singing their lullabies
    they are sad
    depressed
    distorted
    the world seems so fake
    so dim
    so dark
    even the day seems darker than usual
    but wait theres light
    yes I see it
    the whole world seems so brighter
    the snow will be cast away
    the trees will live again
    the birds will sing like they never have before
    the dark past behind me
    never looking back to that place
    that awful dreadful malice place