London

There’s a coldness in the air I, me, mine! does not remember, From this place In that time, before.

There’s a coldness in these people, I remember, In this place, But it feels jagged now, Full of icy points Ready to rip Tear Cut you up Not ice you out.

There’s a worry in faces, They don’t look at you too long they don’t know who they’re looking at they are scared to look too long to look at the wrong person.

You, my dark friend, might just be A wrong Person.

There’s a coldness in the air And it is not just the air.