What's In It For Me?

 I can hear you calling

somewhere beneath

the snow's busy falling.

I go to sleep,

and wake when the

stars come out,

they know my name

but not much else.

There's blood in my

mouth

from the words 

that don't come out,

I chew my tongue

for the songs left 

unsung,

If I bite too hard

I'll spend another year

in the dark.