Sunday, December 15, 2013

Ice Ice Baby

It's one of those days,
Where everything's the same,
Everything the same,
But with icy cold hands enclosing me.

I don't look out through warm, blood-filled eyes,
I look out through ice cubes of bitter hatred.
What is warmth? I cry.
Warmth is the sun that I will never feel.

Where is the sun?
I want the sun!
Melt away the ice of darkness,
Bring me the beauty, and only the beauty.