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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Winter Beast
Winter wind blows through like a beast from Hell Frigid air seeps through the seams of my heart Like your love it's so cold I can't breathe Winter wind and your love go hand in hand. Winter wind blows through like a banshee from Hell My soul quickly fades from pink to pale The snow covers the ground Like your hate on my heart So very deep and smothering I can no longer care.. I hate the freezing rain that comes so very near The frosty crystals pile outside and in your hand It hurts to touch one so bitter with ice Like a snowflake your hate is so perfect, so rare. Winter wind screams like a demon Across the roof of my mind Jagged icicles break the quiet I had dreamed Peace of mind I can not find The icy chills of desperation Crawl in my soul like worms.. Winter wind blows through like a wild beast Come from Hell Your hands do nothing to warm me, nor do your eyes See what I hear from the lips of your frostbitten mouth You can no longer speak, whisper no more lies.. With frozen tears in my eyes, I wander into the storm That you claim as your heart And damn the snow that comes so often and without a sound But for the winter wind that comes howling like a demon from Hell. raw || truth |