Winter is pretty
Selfless heroics evolved from purity
Insanity damned to isolated spaces
‘here! Insanity, Worthlessness accompanies hilarity’
these isolated spaces hold torturous regrets
regrets that are blinding and inevitable
memories sculpted into monsters
these monsters can be beautiful
so convincingly human

beasts exploding skulls
trapped in an infinite abyss
here are sudden realisations
how actions receive consequences
inner demons are real
portrayed as those you give no suspicion
shock at beginning, relaxing into betrayal
emotions that require no thought are blazing

sharp edges and beautiful demons
white teeth, blood stains leave dull greyness
innocence is bliss
papers with sympathetic notes
false views and false empathies
smoke eating away inside
life is burning dead and terrifies the weak

Winter is pretty?
Winter hides the beast and leaves you victim to yourself
Winter is precious?
Winter kills you and leaves you to decompose on the ground
Yet winter is my favourite season.