Carnival of souls.

It’s cold outside.
All these long days.
The wheel never stops turning.
Every day the same.

Wish I could take a breathe,
Without my lung to explode.
Keep thinking nothing will be the same.
But that is just old.

It’s cold outside.
No spark of light.
When every bone is breaking down,
We need to pretend like we are wearing the crown.

‘’Save our souls’’ no one begged.
For some it’s all they have.
Wish I had things to let go.
But no wheel ever stops turning in a carnival of souls.