Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
It's snowing outside,
but it feels a lot like
rain.
Outside, the rain feels like razors,
cutting through my skin.
These doors surround me,
people I care about,
warm on the other side.
I'm on my knees, wet and freezing,
trying to get back inside,
wanting to get warm,
but the doors are closed.
Each knob locked,
mocking me with every try.
I bang, I scream, I yell,
I fail.
"I'm just tired of being cold and alone...
Someone just let me in, please"
Locked, still.
I wish I was stronger.
To brave the weather on my own.
"Just let me feel warmth again.
It feels like I've been out here for a year."
Let me inside, again.
Anyone...please.
but it feels a lot like
rain.
Outside, the rain feels like razors,
cutting through my skin.
These doors surround me,
people I care about,
warm on the other side.
I'm on my knees, wet and freezing,
trying to get back inside,
wanting to get warm,
but the doors are closed.
Each knob locked,
mocking me with every try.
I bang, I scream, I yell,
I fail.
"I'm just tired of being cold and alone...
Someone just let me in, please"
Locked, still.
I wish I was stronger.
To brave the weather on my own.
"Just let me feel warmth again.
It feels like I've been out here for a year."
Let me inside, again.
Anyone...please.
