It is night.
No light.
The soul.
Dark, iced, frost.
My heart is lost.
No map.
It was a trap.
Like a cage.
I need air,
it’s a nightmare.
No conventional love
can warm my spirit.
Not a glove.
Without merit.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
It is night.
No light.
The soul.
Dark, iced, frost.
My heart is lost.
No map.
It was a trap.
Like a cage.
I need air,
it’s a nightmare.
No conventional love
can warm my spirit.
Not a glove.
Without merit.