Silence falls from cloudy skies to secure the world from when it died. White, soft, wet, and cursed. Absorbing the blame of crimes for worse the candied pigment of the sky at night. Coat each surface with sugary blight Man shivers from the cold and hide from winter's hold
as if they can only live by warm degrees and blame the changing season on the laziness of trees. But when the crystal silence falls let yourself be wrapped into the nightly all.