Blood and ice

There’s a beautiful place inside of my head
where sometimes I’m living but mostly I’m dead
Its quiet there, and no one ever comes
They don’t know I’m here or what I have become
From inside my veins the temperature falls
starts to form crystals and ice starts to crawl
It slithers outward from the pit of my soul
And Spreads like a cancer that swallows me whole
When I feel the ice coming I can take a deep breath
See, there is no pain here just my familiar death
I know that the suffering is over for a while
I welcome the cold and the ice with a smile
I don’t have to fake here it’s my paradise
I just sit back in glory, alone… with the ice.

-2013

Blood and ice

strangedays3

Joined January 2009

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