Disengage

Winter approaches as a gift from the sky
...a rotting corpse flower from heaven.
Every day yields betrayal
numb to the lies
of a bygone summer's soft breeze as it sickly spits out its simple rhymes.
Silent in its exodus is the illusion of peace
from which we disengage
and remain untrustworthy.
We are burning in this trade
for frozen ground
under lifeless shade.
Once again,its cruelty outweighs.
So,let the black days fall.
In virgin blood bathe us all.
Push denial aside for unholy acceptance
to allow the abduction of blissful ignorance.
Incite the rebellion
and stifle the screams.
For December demands its dreams.