Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Winter Kills Fall
The world begins its decaying
As winter whisks the leaves away.
My mind has curled around the edges
Of tomorrow, a grasp it won't let go of.
The morning is dank, I hate the cold now.
The colors are what keep me alive.
An odor of death catches my attention,
I'm huddled in the light of the moon
Throwing whispers into the wind.
A dense fog reaches out to carry me away
And I become the soft mist.
My nights are silent, just words upon words.
I take flight during the days, panicked at the change.
I have so much to say but the words have frozen on my tongue.
11-15-11
As winter whisks the leaves away.
My mind has curled around the edges
Of tomorrow, a grasp it won't let go of.
The morning is dank, I hate the cold now.
The colors are what keep me alive.
An odor of death catches my attention,
I'm huddled in the light of the moon
Throwing whispers into the wind.
A dense fog reaches out to carry me away
And I become the soft mist.
My nights are silent, just words upon words.
I take flight during the days, panicked at the change.
I have so much to say but the words have frozen on my tongue.
11-15-11
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Winter Kills Fall
Winter Kills Fall
