I can't feel my fingers as I hold on for my life.

quiet as this blanket hurts to breathe hurts to try.

I have defined january.

the end of another new beginning draws me out to white.

the cold of what I came for chokes the shine.

I have defined january in my life.

I think they call this winter.

dead like everything.

harsh as it's silence and the pain that it brings.

I can survive january in my life