Saturday, June 30, 2012


How cold my heart is
Cold enough not to smile at a princess
Cold like a proud leader sending his boys to death
Dry ice cold that would hurt you at touch
Like Siberian wolf killing beauty in a deer for late lunch
As the eyes of the beast glows the red of blood on his mouth
Cold like the sense of rejection
Cold like the corpse in closed casket
Cold like the last slumber of fire in
Like the dancing line of smoke rising from its ashes
Announcing a dark cold night
Cold enough to walk away from my happiness
Cold enough not to smile back at you my princess
Cold and void as It only knew loneliness
And my heart can only give bitterness

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