I'm the scream that no one heard,
I'm the voices of the dead.
Even when my heart was still beating
I was just the cold winter air
Screaming in peoples faces.
But no one pays attention
to the cold that is my soul
Nipping at their noses.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the Dead-Minded
PoetryPoems of the past, present, possible future. Who knows when your only life is hell? This is just a collection of stuff that pops into my head throughout the day so.. I hope you like it.....
