January from Episteme by Consequents

shivering as frost bites my spine. trying to shrug off 40 reasons to give up on a cold, January night: they howl in my ears, dull the sound of passing traffic; hungrily sink into my raw, bruised fireaforearm; invade my body with a thousand piercing eyes. learning to bear the thought of crowded streets and eye contact with strangers. crafting an alembic to distill the will to regenerate. this body has denatured and must become a catalyst to save my life. the feeling is gone. I have lost my nerve(s). I did not expect to live this long. clinging to warmth. the feeling is gone. I am grateful to have lived this long.

clinging to warmth on a January night.
the feeling is gone.
I am grateful to be alive.

• Alternative Metal
• Alternative Rock
• Metal
• Prog
• Progressive Rock
• Rock
• progressive metal
• Ottawa