extreme north of the compass
december skies looked gray and joyless
the world awaits in barren splendor
for someone to stir the embers

we are sinking into numbness
welcoming it like an old friend
and my confidence is crumbling
like a house of cards again

is that the darkness you inhabit
well it's a blanket 'round your shoulders
all this vexing of the spirit
always wake up feeling colder so colder

like a friendship never nurtured
like a lover long forsaken
like a liar who can no longer tell
when he's telling the truth or faking