Cold, as snow must it be;
for you to savor its taste.
All the tingle it gives
to your body, it electrocutes.
Naked, as a newborn;
in a glass, it is
for you to see
all the beauty there is.
Sip. Sip. Sip.
'til warmth is felt.
From your throat,
to your skin.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
'til vanity is met.
With absurdity,
you lose rationality.
"Am I making any sense?"
From hazy to black.
Disoriented.
Weak.
**** **** ****
"Never again, will I
Let this consume me."
You uttered helplessly.
A dozen years,
not enough, yes.
With tears in their eyes,
cold as beer, you lay still.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
Cold, as snow must it be;
for you to savor its taste.
All the tingle it gives
to your body, it electrocutes.
Naked, as a newborn;
in a glass, it is
for you to see
all the beauty there is.
Sip. Sip. Sip.
'til warmth is felt.
From your throat,
to your skin.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
'til vanity is met.
With absurdity,
you lose rationality.
"Am I making any sense?"
From hazy to black.
Disoriented.
Weak.
**** **** ****
"Never again, will I
Let this consume me."
You uttered helplessly.
A dozen years,
not enough, yes.
With tears in their eyes,
cold as beer, you lay still.
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