12/6/11

cold stone beneath my feet
chills run up my spine
iron gate in front of me
another life left behind
clouds and rainbows in my future
but it wall was a lie
the ground concaves
like quicksand
I'm left to drown
dust in my lungs
never a smile
just a frown
like heat taken sand
I was painted a glassman
with a tough exterior
easy to break
cool yet sleek
until the pressure comes down
caught in my own hell
another life
left to dwell
stone cold broken