Quiet Cold-December

At the first sign it begins the terrible certainty the doubt consuming This time it simply must be it seems impossible to turn away now And it will hold on till the end So lift another page another life another day Just to escape the dreams you hold inside your mind The waves that crush the life of everything That you desire and leave you standing in blood Once the fear awakens it seems impossible to turn away now Into panic stricken it leaves you all alone To contemplation of all the ways the end will come Your eyes they will not save you now And to the truth you turn a deaf ear Swallowing anything to quell Placebo savior on your tongue To calm the pain falsely gave into self-invented death And as the chasm fills with ulcered blood and cements in the fear until the Next time Your senses seem unclear only one thing appears the prison safety that is your Own Quiet cold