Cold as Ice

glass fills the air in a deadly piercing rain

and i cant restrain the pain or contain the

tears that stream down my face making

a silent campaign cause every breath i take

in is like a thousand knives slicing through my

skin reminding me of every single last sin

and its all i can take as the memories flood

and my vision clouds over with bad blood

i stabbed myself in my own back, went against

everything i believed in for my angle of attack

how could i have laid down and rolled over

and succumbed to such an obvious stack of lies

and devise and the disguise you masked behind

your eyes. How could anyone be so unwise?

chin up, eyes open, chest out, keep on at it

this is the last time you'll submit to empty sounds

the last time you'll hit the ground, or be down

stronger than ever, never stopping now

why dont you go ahead and take a bow. 

and ill admit that maybe im a little bit lost

im covered in ice thanks to good old jack frost

all i really need is to learn how to defrost.

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[writer with a mind]

I like how you said ( maybe a little bit loss im coverd in ice thanks to good old jack frost) you can relate because sometimes hes not the nices like giving us winter good conection