Bitter forecast

Tuesday morning,
Bitter cold brushes my legs,
silence is all i hear,
no birds to sound out music,
bitter weather,
bitter place,
i sing to break the silence,
bitter old woman throws her bitter cold looks,
thrilling,
sends shivers through my veins,
it shouldn't feel this way,
so alone,
this is home?

Missing souls,
laughs i should here,
no tears,
danger all around me,
walking alongside me,
through the empty streets,
the dangerous ones,
i was grabbed,
ripped and torn,
my body or my soul?
No-one can tell,
but my ashes say it all,
sing the songs of bitter death.