Springs Whisper

Dreams crawl to new dimensions  
I awake inside her grin  
No acknowlagment  
Or mention  
Cold bites and stings  
At the wedding ring,  
Bonded to bone  
By her icy wraith  
Not all awakining is kind.  
 
In the rolling tide of dream  
There is no day  
I sit alone  
On this icy husk  
Surrounded by  
Dead memories  
And slaughtered animals  
I pray for a deity  
To relive my solitude  
And deliver me  
From this madness  
Of white capped glints  
Of well meant folly.  
 
Winter casts a Baltic spell  
Insane,  
Arcane,  
I try to see  
Through the window pain  
But only catch  
The memeroies  
Of waking life  
My sinking body,  
Lies drowned  
Lost in icy darkness,  
Pounded into pulp  
By the tide of her  
Roling dreams.  
 
I tried to die  
But these things take time  
So i'm told,  
Soon it will be spring  
Maybe I will become a butterfly?  
But the end comes even to endless  
The end is hunger, lust, and blood,  
Spring will turn the old into new.  
But not all memory is kind.  
This is springs whisper.