Frost BiteA Chapter by Shy Joe
Beautiful it is, these mountain tops
So white and clean No bugs, no violence, no visible enemies Just me So close to heaven I am Up so far the ground is above the clouds Wondering if my friend is happy again But it's just me Motionless he lays Tethered to me The last of the air he gave Now, it's just me I can't feel, the pain is gone Ill prepared we were The voices consume me now My thoughts, just me I see a form through the snow Get up I can't, my feet wont move It's my dead friend lending me his hand I leave © 2018 Shy Joe |
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