Winter comes with a dark, icy fury,
First attempt to swallow me whole.
It doesn’t know that it cannot succeed,
For nothing is colder than my soul.
I am a lonely neuron,
Roaming within a brain.
Almost had a thought once,
Perhaps that it might rain.
Looked around, there’s no one left,
To catch me when I fall.
Wouldn’t want to be rescued anyway,
I seem to have lost it all.
All is lost and in disarray,
My existence is just a charade.
Things I think while dancing,
On the edge of a razor blade.
I’d really like to kill myself,
No hope for me by half.
For if Rick Sanchez can’t even make it,
What possible chance do I have?
An unwanted journey has begun,
From which I’d like to disembark.
My mind has been slowly sliding,
From the light into the dark.
When did I lose my purpose?
Where did I lose my song?
Everything is dark and cold,
I’ve been empty for so long.
2019 was quite the year,
Suffered many hammer blows,
And while I though I hid it well,
My kitten always knows…