in a silent madness;- lies a lie like a gloomy past,
my eyes become a patch of crimson under a calmy vast
expanse of solid white -every tear was like frozen milk,
stirred by the coldness of a night.
the bitterness of an unfeeling presence, like a shadow
that invades my room; my unrest continued as daylight
darkened into night.
now dawning a forced crack of smile, like the winter
cracking the night’s skyline. the trees were so upset-
frost-shocked; swinging pieces of ice tears from the
winds upsetting cries- out loudly.
the frost in my veins freezes the time I have with a
jolt; it jars at my bones- like an endless fall into
tides, all rushing away, swept into my eyes.
for even when I close them so strongly, trying to
imagine warmth -I can still hear the harsh coldness
of this cold night.
Jun 27, 2024
Jun 27, 2024 at 4:44 AM UTC
in a silent madness;- lies a lie like a gloomy past,
my eyes become a patch of crimson under a calmy vast
expanse of solid white -every tear was like frozen milk,
stirred by the coldness of a night.
the bitterness of an unfeeling presence, like a shadow
that invades my room; my unrest continued as daylight
darkened into night.
now dawning a forced crack of smile, like the winter
cracking the night’s skyline. the trees were so upset-
frost-shocked; swinging pieces of ice tears from the
winds upsetting cries- out loudly.
the frost in my veins freezes the time I have with a
jolt; it jars at my bones- like an endless fall into
tides, all rushing away, swept into my eyes.
for even when I close them so strongly, trying to
imagine warmth -I can still hear the harsh coldness
of this cold night.
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