Bleh. I need a break.... I was scribbling… feeling depressed… and wrote this… feedback anyone?
Long, deep breaths,
Cold, sharp air,
Soft, light snow,
Rough, Hard ice,
Rapid, urgent shivering,
Trying to keep warm,
Trying not to die,
To live out this storm.
Shattered ice,
And broken dreams,
Prove to me,
That life is no more than it seems.
Solid snow,
And frozen blood,
Don’t stop me now,
As tears begin to flood.
What can I do?
My soul has been sold,
I breathe no more,
And here it is cold.
That third stanza needs a little redo, but other than that, I think it’s a slam… that’s just me though. Feel free to be harsh… I’m not going to go kill myself (even if I did who would care J)
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