Frost

He sneaks upon us in billowed clouds,
Hear his teardrops upon the ceiling,
In pastel colors he paints his shroud,
Consumed our world while we lay dreaming,
Within the wind he whispers secrets,
Under the covers...you cannot hide,
Down the hallway...You hear him creeping
From ear to ear with cold natured smile,
Listen to his ancient footfalls coming,
Cloaking darkness to bring you home,
He tastes like justice unto the righteous,
With venom and vengeance,
In wisps and wishes...you'll run no more ;

Spin your yarns and tell your tales,
He sees the truth behind your weakness,
All out of promises you could sell,
Through masks of charity he smells your poison,
That scent of apathy he knows so well,
Past is prologue...you made your choice,
Witness the judgment of the echo over the voice,
Listen to his ancient footfalls coming,
Cloaking darkness to bring you home,
He tastes like justice unto the righteous,
With venom and vengeance,
In wisps and wishes...you'll run no more ;

Dare to tell me he's not alive...
It's all just phantom rumors and fear of night, 
He holds your still beating hearts...
As witness to his barren sky,
Ripped from disbelieving chests for telling lies,
He listens not to pangs of mercy,
Standing deaf before your well rehearsed alibis,
They always barter and deal just before they cry,
My existence you will never again deny...
As the icicles fall from your empty and frozen eyes ;

You flaunted your disbelief,
It tastes like food for the gods,
Tender lies...how he savors,
Alone with the coming night,
Only fools and fanatics expect unspoken favors,
Just call me Frosty Jack...
In my arms you couldn't be any safer,
Feel his sweet breath and icy fingers,
Seeping through floorboard cracks...
A fleeting shadow...cold with bitter anger,
In silent shiver he slithers...
To deliver you a final wager,
Chill your bones...
Blood and snow...
The winter soul breaker,
You're not alone...
Brining you back where you belong...
Where the arrogant and cold hearted...
Are welcomed home :