Chris Gureski

Its useless to try and get out of the
Cold that’s biting off all of your
Toes now buried far out in the
Snow that melts in the sun.

It holds me down
And chokes me out to find my
Bloodshot eyes begging to
See the signs lodged out of the bone.

You knew if you split me into to
Two then left me to introduce
The other half is merely
Clueless and kept in the dark.

That holds me down
And chokes me out to find my
Bloodshot eyes begging to
See the signs lodged out of the bone.

It’s useless to try all your thoughts that you
Knew that would carry you out of this
Place where dreams only whisper their
Motives through shots of rum,
It’s you who’s stuck in denial,
The truth is were all just vile,
Repulsive, reckless, recluses,
Too frozen to know what you need.

It holds me down
And chokes me out to find my
Bloodshot eyes begging to
See the signs lodged out of the bone.