Cold As Ice

COLD AS ICE by BENNY WILLMORE I feel like a beast locked up in a cage. My blood full of anger, my veins full of rage. An outcast of society, an outlaw by trade. Drugs before debt are the only things paid. My heart is filled with sorrow, my emotions with pain. If I ever released my thoughts, tears would fall like rain. My dreams replaced with nightmares, stress has taken its toll. My body aches with fire, the drugs are stealing my soul. They have taken everything, all I love the most. I now have nothing. I am living with ghosts. I leper of society because of my crime. A supplier of drugs, my search is all the time. Confusion is my middle name, depression is my first. All I want, I can't have. Love and respect is all I thirst. Myself is who I talk to. Shadows are who I fight. My head won't stop spinning, every day is one long night. Inside myself, my thoughts have turned so cold. My happiness turned to fear, speed had made me old. So, I ask myself, "Can I see my past?" Every day gone by has vanished way to fast. I try but I can't remember, my memories don't seem to last. I lose every thing that I put within my grasp. by: Benny Willmore