
An earlier poem, about dying in the snow...
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 146 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-07-05 - id: 1957613
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Snow
Feel
the cold sting your face
Embrace the blowing winds of disgrace
The
snowflakes fall one by one
Slowly covering the damage done
Snow
turning vermilion red
I ruined myself over what you said
You
loved me and left me for dead
Your synthetic drug; I was too weak
to defend
Cold and hot, drifting to rot
Watching the snow
melt with each drop
The wounds throbbing from heartache past
I'm
turning into a lifeless cast
What do I look like now?
A boy
with pain you can drown?
Blood will continue gush from this
wound
This will be my snowy tomb
I lie there now, a Crimson
Angel
Loved and betrayed by your fucked Angel
The Angel of
Death to keep me to breathe
Forever, this heartbreak will
seethe
Forever, the snow will be my grave
Forever, this loss
was able to save
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