Winter is here, adorning the city with bleary eyes... Continued in caption... Winter is here, adorning the city with bleary eyes. I, already being an embodiment of pain, build a hut to shelter this season's regret. My cry of horror perches without a tad of discomfort, whenever it snows. It's said that, emotions dance to the tune of seasons. But, certain things don't alter; they even break the bar of worst and earn grimly praises. Just alike my hunches and acts. A perfect layabout, I'm; always lost in murky thoughts. Can a person despise every speck of oneself just like