Tuesday, May 11, 2010

icy knives, flying room for two

ICY KNIVES

the wind beats

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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