Still Warm

It’s gray out

But the warm sun blasts through the ceiling of clouds

Filling my body with

Essential heat

Vitamins 

And a means to alchemically produce 

Happiness

In material form

But we long for the dark 

So that we can peer down empty streets with 

Lightless eyes

And claim that we see the world for what it really is

A Godless dominion where only the cruel thrive

And we lie within lies 

Sepulchered from the sun