FicWad

This biting cold
Cannot be stopped
Cutting through us like a knife
Unrelenting

Our warmth slips away
Stolen by thieves
Along with our freedom

Sharp silver needles so bright
Stealing the very blood from our veins
Drop by drop
But never stealing our lives in the literal sense

It just further cements us in the fact
That we're trapped here
A victim of circumstance
Prisoner to the whims of jailers

The unending shuffle
The simple facts of life
We may never get out of here