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Frozen angel
written by Genocide Reaper07:13 AM 10/27/04| You my precious, went for a swim, and never returned, from this lesson I have learned that the clear crisp waters froze over freezeing you in mid motion. Shock hasn't even set in. My little angel, Hell has frozen over and I'm pulling you by the wing to try and get your attention, just look this way. Because Iv been left wondering how you are going to come back now that emotional mobility is what you lack. Could I turn up the heat, and burn your lips just a little bit? That might bring you back. And get you out of the frozen lake of apathy. Please don't become another, bored believer in nothing, and pray for death to sweep you away day after day, because remember, there are several ways. I'll just keep tugging upon your wings, trying to pull you free, and help you see, me standing here. Watching over you, in your icy stasis of numbness. I can see the golden light around you fadeing, Heavens trust has choked you, and your frozen in the middle of a hateful mind set, my Angel has fallen into the frozen lake of apathy and anonimity agaisnt. Me. I always thought I saw you slipping from your foothold in Heaven, and I watched you fall, thought you would hit the ground. But I never saw this coming, maybe the death of something else, but I guess I blindly ignored your boredom. I made a mistake now Karma I must pay the debt in full. Because from the Ice you I cannot pull. Free, to see me, standing here, waiting. For something warmer than normal. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Trapezium (10-27-2004 - 10:58 AM)
| That's really good, good use of adjectives but not as good as some of your others. (Yeesh, sound like a teacher) |
by dacode05 (10-28-2004 - 11:06 AM)
| i feel u deep on this one. its like uve seen my soul changing daily. the poem is so real its erie. u amaze me. |
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