Elegy

i can feel the cold seeping in, penetrating my skin and molesting my bones
winter creeps closer, and she shows us all her colors, hues, and tones
i look out the window and i watch the canyons cloud up as the peaks all disappear
inside my soul, i wish i could do the same with all my uncertainty and fear
it is that time of year again, and i'm wondering where it all went
this is the journey of an introvert and it's subsequent lament
my hands are a shade of purple and i've no way to keep them warm
no shelter for my soul, no way to protect myself from the coming storm
i try to form my own opinions and not pay attention to all the things i've heard
so when i'm by myself i have the music blaring to drown out the words
some call them voices, but i know they're just thoughts that live in the back of my head
i may try to fight them, but i know i'll carry them with me until the day i am dead
lies are the words people use when they want to fool you with optimism and hope for more
sometimes i sit, listen, and believe, because then i don't feel so alone anymore
underground their maybe diamonds, but i know for sure it can be hard to see
desire coupled with anticipation, so i dug myself in a hole willingly
searching for something useless, materialistic ideas course through my brain
i try to smile at myself in the mirror, but inside all i feel is shame
life is complicated and with no hope for relief close in sight
i am often mumbling to myself as i gaze out into the night
i will stare for hours, but i know there aren't any answers out there
acquisition seems to be the golden rule, but sanctuaries are so rare
at the dirge of my life, you might find my body lying in the street
draped in the finest linens, but i would still be wearing defeat