She steps outside
Outside the jail cell she calls home
She breathes in the cold air
Turning her insides colder
Flakes of white are inhaled
While she exhales fire
And her fire spells out words of hate
Such harsh words..
In this world, winter is year round
As she drowns in the fluffy white sorrow that freezes her brain
Sends her flying through a sky of lucid dreams
But these dreams are real;
But to her they are all nightmares
And she runs to the snow again
Like a child who needs her mother's side.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
She steps outside
Outside the jail cell she calls home
She breathes in the cold air
Turning her insides colder
Flakes of white are inhaled
While she exhales fire
And her fire spells out words of hate
Such harsh words..
In this world, winter is year round
As she drowns in the fluffy white sorrow that freezes her brain
Sends her flying through a sky of lucid dreams
But these dreams are real;
But to her they are all nightmares
And she runs to the snow again
Like a child who needs her mother's side.
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