The wind blows solemnly through my bones

The crows no longer sing their songs

It feels like a blizzard in my mind

My psyche being eaten away by frost bite. 

 

I’m losing my mind

As I stare at the screen

My fingers and knuckles they seem to ache

Inside my soul groans

Begging for realease

Reaching for at least an ounce of creativity. 

 

None of us want to die

But we will

There is no special pill

To take 

to keep us trudging on

But who will continue to belt the lyrics to my melody

To my legacy. 

 

Was I too lazy

Did I say I loved you enough

I fear the unknown

But I fear being forgotten more

I want my name in dazzling lights

Before the night swoops in and covers my eyes. 

 

This winter has been harsh

And it keeps getting colder

The storm around me continues to grow bolder

What happens if I don’t get my two seconds of fame

What happens when I become another name

What happens when you don’t matter anymore

And are consumed by words. 

 

Who will care when I take my last words?

 

Its morbid

But so is 

Rape

Abuse

Yet it makes it on the news

 

We turn our heads and push death to the side

Act as if its some curse word 

That we are unable to digest. 

 

They teach us the necessities in schools

But not the intricate complications

Of going on a permanent vacation

On which we will never return. 

 

I mean isn’t that concerning?

 

How do we cope with our existence without feeling meaningless?

Like leeches sucking at our skin

Will I be born again? 

 

In another life will they not shame my skin

Can I walk down the streets without fear clinging to my bones

Will someone remember my face

my essence

who I embodied?

 

 

My five seconds of fame 

That I hold precious

And keep framed

 

I fear what most do

But death itself isn’t scary

It’s the feeling of what scraps and mishaps you leave behind.

 

Will I leave a path of indulgence and knowledge to those who knew me well

What happens if one of my pack get lead astray

Will they butcher my legacy and my name

Does the soul truly leave

Or do we simply stay stagnant and cold

Do I have the courage to tell my story

And allow myself to be bold? 

 

The questions of what everlasting paths I shall leave behind

Pick and prod at my mind. 

 

But for now I’ll let my fingers dance across the keys

And pursue an art form that satisfies my own legacy 

For me

Exclusively.