deciduous

I know your ghosts are angry at me
I'm angry at myself, too.

there's very little I can do to satiate your wrath or their's.

what do you want me to tell you?
even those imps refuse to share their fire with me, even if just to torture me by.

you're standing in one corner, I'm standing in the other.

it could be worse,
it can always be worse.

at least we don't have to talk.

I'll wait around just to watch you freeze first.