Forty days and forty nights of cold and silence.
An externally imposed Lenten penance
For sins imagined and real,
Slights against your ego
And daring to hope that you could feel
A percent of what rages in my soul.
Forty days and forty nights of cold and silence.
An externally imposed Lenten penance
For sins imagined and real,
Slights against your ego
And daring to hope that you could feel
A percent of what rages in my soul.