02-16-2015, 10:28 PM
I lay myself down in the snow
and spread my arms out one last time.
My snowy angels used to glow,
now they lie dull. The cold, sublime,
has numbed the last of burning pain,
destroyed what's left of joy and art.
Let snowdrifts wear the crimson stain,
an icicle straight through my heart.
I got crimson in there. (edit, tectak)
and spread my arms out one last time.
My snowy angels used to glow,
now they lie dull. The cold, sublime,
has numbed the last of burning pain,
destroyed what's left of joy and art.
Let snowdrifts wear the crimson stain,
an icicle straight through my heart.
I got crimson in there. (edit, tectak)
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