ICY KNIVES
on my bare, exposed face
the icy shards slicing into my skin
through my hoody and t-shirt underneath
i walk down the empty street
and look at the street's name
Lonely avenue
even the towns empty veins taunt me.
The clouds are solemn and dark
what little light shines thru is quickly filled
by the rats and other little insects
too small to defend themselves
I cant push them away
because i wont let myself
the wind lets up for a moment and i look up
only to be sliced into again.
like miniature razor blades sliding across my skin
the ice doesnt know what its doing
what pain its causing.
it only has one thought
one hope
one dream
to be free
Fulfilled by sky
its mighty strength and power stretching for eternities
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Flying room for two
the sky is open
the sky is free
why dont you want to be with me?
flying here and flying there.
Why cant you just let this be?
If this cant be filled by you
Who can i give my love to?
this ticket,
for flying room for two....
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