Hanging from the chandelier
Slowly turning round in circles
Birds land on the tower, black and dense
Cold hands
Cold fingers
Cold feet
Cold toes
Cold cheeks
Cold eyes
Cold heart
Don't touch me, you'll freeze in place.
Don't touch me, you'll stiffen up.
Don't touch me, you'll lose your breath.
Cursed and brittle, glass and immovable
Sculpt me into... your perfect puzzle piece
Carve me up and scoop out my guts
Stick in a candle, burn me from the inside out
Hear me crunch underneath your boots
See me bow the branches till they shatter
Feel me trailing through your veins
Don't let me reach your heart.
Don't touch me, you'll freeze in place.
Don't touch me, you'll stiffen up.
Don't touch me, you'll lose your breath.
Now rest your head...
Upon the fallen snow...
Don't mind the pain...
Too numb to feel it anyway...
Now rest your head...
Let your lungs rest...
The clock's ticks slow...
And slow...
And slow...
Tick
Tock
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Twisted Dreams
PoetryA collection of short stories, poems, and half-written ramblings. ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 dream \ ˈdrēm \ 1 : a series of thoughts, visions, or feelings that happen during sleep ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 night·m...
