school never had felt so cold before
the halls seemed as if they were frost incarnate
it was all for a reason, but he didn't want to think of it
there was a dripping from his nose, a product of his task
conscious of his freezing feet, getting through it all was
harrowing, especially when entering the front doors and
evenly resting his eyes to the back of the cafeteria,
straining in his heart tightening with every second he looked
falling on his knees, he's without what he had
often looking back on notes maybe isn't a good idea
really, don't make me think of this, i don't want to please
hear me when i say this is all unbidden
i'm merely consumed by the past
memories will stop now, i promise you
