"Persephone"

It should be winter.
There's a chill, and that dark silence
Exists somewhere. It should be removed
From its cage.

All this life, this abundance,
It is harmful to me.

The streets should be empty of souls.
The darkness should weigh down heavy,
And I should feel the cold ghosts of fog
Pressing up close, to drain the heat from me.

It is certain I feel no such thing.
I feel almost nothing at all.
I hear nothing in the call
Of the stray breeze through occasional leaves.

The breath moves thin through me,
Like the ice-cold daggers of winter wind.
Blood flows as melancholy waters
That barely keep the river running.

The light burns my eyes,
And my reflection smiles back at me,
It knows what has to be done.

I wish it was winter again.
Surrounded by people and not a single soul,
Shrouded in darkness, the mists and the cold.