It's cold out there
the ice hangs blue in
the evening air and the
night
drips slow,
congealing, a
feeling
I know well.
Solidifying,
not even trying and
inside,outside,
I'm dying.
Ice cold out there,
ice cold in here,
tears freeze as they fall,
icicles on the wailing wall.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
It's cold out there
the ice hangs blue in
the evening air and the
night
drips slow,
congealing, a
feeling
I know well.
Solidifying,
not even trying and
inside,outside,
I'm dying.
Ice cold out there,
ice cold in here,
tears freeze as they fall,
icicles on the wailing wall.
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