Bitter words drip from
My heart cracked across
The cold concrete floor
Froze over with black
Icy finger tips
Reaching for my soul
Tossed into an un-
Marked grave with no head
****** by the crowd of
Crows plucking eyes out
A world without fire
Consumed by winter's
Embrace.
Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 12:20 PM UTC
Bitter words drip from
My heart cracked across
The cold concrete floor
Froze over with black
Icy finger tips
Reaching for my soul
Tossed into an un-
Marked grave with no head
****** by the crowd of
Crows plucking eyes out
A world without fire
Consumed by winter's
Embrace.
