Cold
Stranded on crossroads
of two worlds at war,
Yet you say the
end is not close,
Surrounded by angels
and demons alike,
I know not my
friends or my foes,
Shielding myself from
the sparks of thy blades,
Dreading but awaiting
the Fall.
Its grown so cold
within me,
Its grown so cold
I cant breathe,
Its grown so cold
Memories
are all thats left.
Its grown so cold
in and out,
Its grown so cold
I cant shout,
Its grown so cold
My Blood
is turning ice.
Light obstructed
engulfed in the dark,
Now broken my faith
once was whole,
Beseeching the life
that was promised to me,
When day turned to night
as foretold,
Trying so hard
to resist all my fears,
But into the abyss
I Fall.
Its grown so cold
within me,
Its grown so cold
I cant breathe,
Its grown so cold
Memories
are all thats left.
Its grown so cold
in and out,
Its grown so cold
I cant shout,
Its grown so cold
My Blood
Is turning ice.
Copyright © Oscar Mascarenhas | Year Posted 2010
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