Snowbound from Atavistic by Testube

the hours melt slowly with the icicles outside
like prison bars, they drip their guard
this igloo's fortified

no sand or salt or vintage malt
to melt the cold away
regardless of ambitions
we're still snowbound for the day

a week of cabin fever
born in artificial light
i haven't shaved or showered
and can't tell day from night

windows wet with condensation
the cold wants to get inside
inspires us to plan vacation
despite the captive white

dusting off neglected plans
boardgames and the phone
we laugh and we commiserate
imaginations roam

our savior is a shovel
frozen fingers losing touch
the ice can sometimes cripple
let's not used it as a crutch

• Electronic
• ebm
• experimental
• idm
• industrial
• synthwave
• Eureka Springs