This shattered heart
Frozen in the dark
Ignored, paralysed, silenced.
This screaming heart
Shaking in the cold
Flashing, flowing, echoing.
Monday, December 24
Sunday, December 16
Days (12.2012)
Like icy needles stinging my skin
blood rushes angry, to my face
anticipation fills my thoughts
to these silent rooms, to be filled with my voice
as I speak to my ghosts.
blood rushes angry, to my face
anticipation fills my thoughts
to these silent rooms, to be filled with my voice
as I speak to my ghosts.
Reflection (08.12.2012)
If this is what I am
A rock, cold hands, burning eyes
barbed wire surrounding my heart.
A rock, cold hands, burning eyes
barbed wire surrounding my heart.
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