Just walking home, alone...again. |
Shudder In the cold I walk Alone I prefer the cold My hands are numb, My face is red Streaked with blood-hot tears If I keep walking, The chill will make everything go away I want to cleanse my soul Of the deep and dark secrets and thoughts that Haunt My mind everyday I want it to go away Some part of me longs for the sweet scent of spring But it always seems so distant For no amount of laughter, or of love, Can truly end the pain. I am afraid I breathe in deeply, hoping that my lungs will explode And that I will die quickly, Not slowly, my life stagnating, freezing into place I wanted freedom, to fly, To truly live But I haven’t found it My demons I cant escape The darkness of the setting sun invokes in me a quiet and empty chill there is no one else around no one else to break through the ice that has held me trapped for so long. the snow blows eerily across the field that is covered only with deadened branches and I long for a sense of life, of life other than myself. I can end everything, if I truly wanted to But yet I hold out for the thaw For the blossom of a new day, A new hope It must come soon, I have tried to pretend, But the weight of it all Is crushing my soul, freezing it until It is so brittle, a simple touch will break it, Smash it into small pieces of ice, Cutting those upon which my shadow has fallen. |