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It's cold today in this empty room
As the simple chemistry starts to form
Frosted river solidifies against my cheek
As I cast my eyes to each glimmer above

The mist created by my hardened breath
Makes the smudged glass seem opaque
Wipe it away with the heart on my sleeve
Close my eyes and continue to pray

Thoughts rage through a hollow mind
And purity flows through a youthful heart
Saddness runs breathless in every vein
And exhaustion lies breeding inside

Those questions that I shouldnt ask
The ones with the answers I cant ever know
Follow me in a shadow thats pitless and dark
Weighing down every whispered word

My voice has lost with no time frame on its return
Instead the monotonous perfected script I learnt
Allows for no bluntness and hides honesty
Out of protection for my battered soul

Im retching your name from the depth of me
Sickened by this blurred distortion
Im reaching to you and the glimmering mirage
As the river I frosted burns my own throat

No sound is made through ice I cant break
And my eyes widen in petrification
Frustrated and alerted by this unending state
Falling back into myself once more

Compressing every layer that I allowed to escape
Erasing the signs of my concealed opened scars
Silencing the sound of my internal war cries
Staring back through the mist is the reflection I show

An image made up of pointillist salt
All thats left underneath is halite

Posted: 2010-06-15 22:03:28 UTC

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2005-06-14 19:31:58queen of melodrama
your writing is brilliant...with the likeness of centuries old poets. Its rich and layered. I love it!