Tremble
Hands,
Shaking,
Cold.
Hands,
Blue,
As ice.
Eyes,
Red,
With fear.
Walking near,
To me,
With an angry look.
Chuckling,
So loud,
My ears bleed.
Eyes,
Fall out,
Of one's sockets.
Fingers,
So cold,
Can fall off.
Trembling,
In,
The cold air.
The temperture,
Below zero,
At -10 degrees.
Face so white,
So pale,
No blood circulates.
My time,
Has come,
To die.
To die,
A slow,
Cold death.
Copyright © Becky Takacs | Year Posted 2008
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