Terminal Snowfall

A detrimental self spawns from excessive wealth.

Those self indulgent days breed perilous health.

Cataclysmic lives follow uncontested minds.

They still feel the high, of their first… snow fall.

Suicidal Thoughts pound and scrape your head.

Geometric signs engulf your snow laden bed.

Transmute your breath into formless figures.

They resemble death, and your last… snow fall.

These broken images have cracked in my brain.

Incarnations of myself are scaring me again.

Silhouettes of gold injure souls to be sold.

Can’t you feel the cold, of your last… snow fall?

That dark man appears and opens his evil sack.

Those snow flakes split my world down to black.

My devious schemes manifest as finite screams.

Is this a dream? Or a terminal… snow fall.