Snow

There is no way I can put tags on this without giving away just how screwed up it is. ^^*

Behind closed eyes I see clear the fabric of winter claiming the land
As I feel its tongue lap at my naked wound there are no more mysteries in the sand
Now I s**t my gaze to the far flung hand
A crying stump beckons its return
But this world will no longer turn
While snow continues to burn
And I fade like so many tears
In this cage of fears

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[Rob Santana]

Why is it screwed up? Your words to me are always intoxicating.