I love the cold,
The frozen wonderland of our great state...

An empty playground,
It is something akin to desperation...

Twas upon searching, that yet we remember:
Because 1942 will be etched in our minds forever...

Angry am I,
And all that it implies...

When she's alone in the moonlight,
She's a cat on the prowl...

When darkness falls and you can't lift the veil,
Your weakness grows in every detail...

I'm thinking about divorce,
I'm considering a discourse...

The drizzle of the fall rain comes down,
It cools, it soothes, taking away the summer...

The wind is blowing, and it's something I can't...
It's terrifying and powerful, something akin to...

What is left, when the Left, is far?
Can you really talk about anything below or above...

Opening my eyes, relenting the odyssey of dreams...
I can let go of the nightscapes of horror, to a...

I entered the old farmhouse with much distress,
Having not entered Grandpas house in many years, I...