Tempting Me
by me
It's never easy to let go
to sit and watch while life passes
you by day by day; it's snow clouds
rolling lazily overhead tempting you
with the unimaginable outcome of distress
Suicidal snow drifts pile on both sides
of ordinary sanity forsaken, left behind.
It's freezing in the backseat of this
boring matte chevette.
The clouds keep rolling by, tempting me.
I've been here too many times,
shivering, pen and paper meeting, the
stream of my subconscious thought spilling
and me not knowing what else to say
still writing.
The clouds roll over me, tempting.
Suicidal snow drifts pile on both sides
of ordinary sanity forsaken, left behind.
It's freezing in the backseat of this
boring matte chevette.
The clouds keep rolling by, tempting me.
So this is my last refrain, my last-ditch
effort against the cold that consumes me.
I can't believe it's come to this now.
I'm stuck with no where to go but
out into the blinding dark where
snow clouds pass me by, tempting me.
Suicidal snow drifts pile on both sides
of ordinary sanity forsaken, left behind.
It's freezing in the backseat of this
boring matte chevette.
The clouds keep rolling by, tempting me.
And I give in to the frost on
my slow-beating heart as I drown
in a snow-drift of what ifs.
I give up, I give down, I give in
all around to the me that just
can't fathom who I could be.
Suicidal snow drifts pile on both sides
of ordinary sanity forsaken, left behind.
It's freezing in the backseat of this
boring matte chevette.
The clouds keep rolling by, tempting me.
