Tundra

These cold feet just drag these days.
These cold feet just pain and ache.
I hold them close to fires for long periods of time
And then wonder what that burning is I taste
And more often than not I pretend I'm dead
Just to show others that everyone rots
And it might seem morbid to think that someone could be that sad
But then again some people pretend that they're not
And so I am eating breakfast and not really tasting it
I am not living life but I still try to get through it
The taste of blood coats my throat and I am reminded of how sick I've been
And I am reminded how blinded I am towards it.