it's cold outside
want to **** something
but everything is already
dead.
ice has formed
only to melt away
it's suspect and false
nothing solid.
signs of delusional pain
stressed out with
mistaken happiness
emptiness within.
slight winds arrives
cutting like a knife
bruising the heart
it hurts.
no warmth at all
no remedy
an empty bowl
no chicken soup.
hollow as a dead log
decayed and thin
nothing really matters
everything is dead.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
it's cold outside
want to **** something
but everything is already
dead.
ice has formed
only to melt away
it's suspect and false
nothing solid.
signs of delusional pain
stressed out with
mistaken happiness
emptiness within.
slight winds arrives
cutting like a knife
bruising the heart
it hurts.
no warmth at all
no remedy
an empty bowl
no chicken soup.
hollow as a dead log
decayed and thin
nothing really matters
everything is dead.
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