Cold winter

[ill nik-A]

I try to keep my cool as the liquor keeps navigating through my liver
the bearer of bad news must be hibernating through the winter
there’s much debating to consider, as the loaded revolver spins
& though times are changing I’m not sure it can be resolved by spring
sins consult the wind, the air shares despair while the heat is on hold
I had all intention to go through with it but since then my feet have gone cold
you can dance to the beat of my soul, but my heart’s used to the classics
melodies pay homage to memories while my smarts choose to mask it
scars move in past tense, I’m so out of sync with tomorrow’s focus
rain circles the eye of the storm with an extra drop for my sorrow’s dosage
everything I bottled broke this hopeless trend to send a message
melancholically divided without the leg strength to withstand aggression
can’t befriend acceptance, fear’s a tear away from flooding my dry humor
self-taught lessons overshadowing decisions while stalking my shy tutor
it’s a live hoover on a mountain top without ever reaching my peak
dropped backpacks with no ropes or compasses keep seeking my peace
my nose keeps breathing the beast, hyper tension’s favorite scent
doesn’t matter if its across hail, sleet or snow paranoia paced & went
we share the same sentiment, mother nature defended its native leaf
chemicals intensified its purity then South America claimed its piece
it’s a crusade for me… on a journey where I traded all possessions
the missing power tool were reasons I illustrated some aggression
you can’t evade it once infected, it’s a trap filled with ugly evidence
the blast echoed through the cold followed by a bloody avalanche