Monday, February 9, 2009


Ice frozen memories drip from their isolated sanctuaries
All those nights, I walked alone
Without you to hold my hand
Or the comfort of a friend
Padding on streets of crystal-flaked concrete
With night's blanket draping over my starving, cold body
All the windows were black
And the silence was taunting
So pausing was then futile with the looming, blazing cloud of death
Following in my footsteps
The pain took parts of my mind and then dashed away
(That thief)
And half of my past is buried within its secret chambers
No one opened a door for me
No one knew how much I was in need
You slept peacefully as I froze outside your window
Goodnight, my sweet.

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