Killer Wind
Icy daggers plow through my skin,
Bitting through the bone,severing the nerves,
trying to stop me in this unforgiveable wind,
But i pass through ignoring the killer wind,
becuase now it is time to warm my wounded skin.
Copyright © Walker Neese | Year Posted 2009
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