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crazytilde Sep 2014
Soul not mind
Death you’ll find
Blood not rain
We are not sane
The rapids burn
The rapids churn
Screams piece the air
That you can’t here
The ghostly wail
It will never fail
To invade your mind
crazytilde Sep 2014
A starry night
A whispering wind
The moons shimmering light

A glint of silver
A blood curdling scream
A left and then a right

A pool of blood
And a dollop of cream
The light of day saw,
the girl who'd died with out a
fight just the night before
crazytilde Sep 2014
Wandering through the smokey air
No shoes, her blistered feet where bear
The snow falling on to the frosty river
She stood on the bridge and with a shiver
She dove into the arctic rage
Her face, as white as a newly printed page
The water pulled her down on to the rocks
Washing away all memories of chains and locks
She spun down to the depths that day
Never again to see the suns warm ray
crazytilde Sep 2014
The light that shone from the moon
Made me feel I’d given up to soon
The icy snow fell around me
I squint my eyes and try to see
But the snow is falling to thick and fast
And theres no way I will be able to see past
The cascading waterfall of sleet
All of it melting at my feet
The coldness was to much for me
I finally left and I became free
crazytilde Sep 2014
Lost in a world of frost and snow
No one to here you, no where to go
Dressed in a mere strip of cloth
Nothing around not even a moth
The Snow was as white as a blank page
The little girl sat drained of all but rage
The Father a found his little girl
Frozen as white as a mother pearl
crazytilde Sep 2014
A cold chilling frost is in the air
I look up and see the first icy stair
I walk up and up to a very high hight
I guide my soul through the cold winter night
The clouds are right at my finger tips
The freezing cold breeze kissing my lips
A halo of gold placed on my head
I will never again taste the sweetness of bread
This night is the last I will see of my house
As I climb the icy stairs, quiet as a mouse
crazytilde Sep 2014
Eyes, the window to the soul
Death, an endless pitch black hole
Blood, a story red and thick
Love, a burnt out candle wick

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