Cold
“Cold”
2/14/01
Do you still call me friend? Wasn’t it your fingerprints found on the knife?
Didn’t you try to drown Me with the name of wife?
Weren’t the strands of rope found ‘neath your nails?
The burns on my soul and my neck tell the simplest tales.
Wasn’t it you who broke my heart and stole my visions?
You wanted to be my friend, yet started a chain in prison?
A prison of ice cold starts is the lair in which I reside.
Don’t say you really care when you killed me with you lies.
Start a new leaf, turn a right road, but please stay out of my bitter cold.
donnakristel14 said,
May 30, 2008 at 5:52 am
i can feel the pain…
keep blogging!!!