Cold and alone,
Winter cultivates inside me
Where she freezes my broken heart.

A desolate void,
Tendrils snaking outward
Silently rending my soul apart.

Emptiness.

Despair.

Wandering listlessly, afraid
Apathy seeded throughout me
Promising a fresh start.

The futility of it all,
A fleeting look at stolen dreams
And canvas devoid of art.

Loneliness.

Unfair.

Weak and trembling
I pray for succor

Guide me to the Holy Grail
That I may drink and be healed.