Ninety-proof thoughts on the rocks (lost X-mas)

I don’t have the patience for your love
Watching the sun set against frozen mountains  
and the monsters sing their winter breeze  
Spinning
Tumble dried (s)low
 
I was a broken whisper of calmness
Peeling into pieces as the peaces creased and tore.
There is nothing I want more than this
As I miss Christmas morning by your side.
 
Tell myself that everything is fine  
And then turn my face into the icy wind
Like streams of empty seas of screams
Pry my eyes to times less past
And I am the (L)only one left
 
The winter was early again.
 
I keep p(r)aying for others' sin
 
So I'll wander this desert to the end.
 
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Searching for that long lost "fin"
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