Of ice and rotten flesh

by Paul Delta nte   Mar 27, 2009


Creeping along bone
Crackling in veins
The never ending drone
Leaving bloody stains

Icy fingers tare through the heart
Freezing life and setting it apart

There is no way out
No matter how you scream and shout

Your isolated, cut off, alone, far away
The snowstorm will live to kill another day

leaving you preserved in a pile of ice
You faced the storm and paid the price

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  • 15 years ago

    by nikki

    Wow that was good its a deep poem and i like it

  • 15 years ago

    by SoUrNameIsTia

    Hate snow -_-

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