Cold Sunday Mountain Blues Poem by Piscine Kipling

I find myself in the dark covers of a mountain's shadow
In a cabin, dying down the memories days past had brought
Raging times and memories we torn up still not mellow
Through my window, I see the black bear's leg is caught

Snow falling heavily like tears I shed all year
My baby I thought I knew the meaning of your life
And you knew mine but I can tell you this dear
That my heart is still bleeding from your hot knife

Chorus

I can think of you all day and still can't sleep
Feeling incomplete and never wanting anymore
In a divine snowstorm that's gone above knee deep
Punished for happiness is a gift sent from the lord

Wasting away my last humble and selfless thoughts
A cynic is borne from the lies you have said
I wish you had found another to give you your wants
Then your cruelty would have never gone to my head

Chorus

You pushed me away and I'm yet to find out again
What I was born for until the liquor tells me so
That I was made to be unhappy and to die in vain
Pursuing a heart burning yet still feels so cold

Your still creeping through me like a flower and a bee
Both soon to fade with a sudden snowstorm soon to come
I'm hoping you close the door and will forever leave
And then I can say love is something I've gone and done

Chorus:

Sunday morning still lying awake,
Under the sheets and a mountain overhead,
Drinking this bottle till you go away
Feeling so lonely in this great big bed
And all my once cherished thoughts about you
Keep me dead in this cold sunday mountain blues