Dead Winter Crash Test

cest l hiver
and im hungrier than last year
i got pitbull meat
and a small fear
so small
it swallows me sideways
and im anxious as a deaf ear

like karma's snake
i never meet an exit
except my own end
that begins at a sharp tip
and sings and dont stop
till i get a bad head bop

my thoughts are west bound
where i might be found
barely living
or
simply dying

i cant control the candle of my confidence
i haven't a match
and i lost the fire that kept me burning
like dynamite in the cold Canadian frost bite nights