Upon our Winter~

 
By John Patrick Robins and Tracey Sivek

Seasons change hearts seldom ever do.
There’s a bit of agony in that, moving through the minefields left behind as we seek so desperately to feel the sun.

With memories encapsulated masked with our truths.
The trip was vacant as the sands that lay barren ahead.
A wastelands postcard of sorted stories.
We preferred not to pen.

Still it lingers in the caverns of the heart. Stillborn dreams with haunting void eyes. There will never be a more powerful apocalypse,
than the one we’ve created.

We stand worn full circle laughing at the shambles of society.
Hells witness pairs greatly within your light.