Tell me why…..

….I will die.

This time.

I only have eyes

….to see.

Stick and bones…

….are my home.

Leaving the closeness….

…..behind me.

Time has wearied me….

….like nothing else.

Still hungry….

….it is winter after all.

Personally delivered……

……is always the best.

Keep warm…

……while the wind blows through the branches.

Wrap yourself up….

…..in your worries.