Winter Kissed
Singing to an empty well,
all that echo back are screams.
Visions of demons lie before me,
ripples in the inky water.
Heaven found in a man's killing touch,
and still there is no escape.
Nightmare wishes come to life,
stumbling blocks along my way.
Silver tongued devil waiting to wake me,
to the shadow of my former self.
Copyright © Amy Frazey | Year Posted 2010
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