Chilled to the bone,
standing above the place
you carved your name
even though it was plastic, it might as well have been your headstone.
i tried to move past it all,
but i needed you to be my crutch,
without you i felt alone in a crowd
but you was too busy smokin on that dutch.
ice running through my body. I'm cold for miles in my own veins. I'm so numb i can't feel nobody. i get hugs, smiles,
and kisses, yet they're all wasted,
because i don't even want to feel
the sun shining on my face.
i embrace the cold night, and the rainy days, an excuse for when my eyes start to water.
my only happiness
is in snow, ice, and rain.
I'd make a good mailman, don't you think?
cynical sarcasm is all i can think. i only
wanna see in black and white.
color isn't real when there's nothing you
want to describe, but the bitter hatred i have inside, from the bitter chill
of frostbite.
