soul

April 6, 2009
By Anonymous

the bleak mist rises
forming a dark cloud
that follows me
it is a part of me
from it,black rain falls
upon my hollow face
ice cold drops
form a mask
a black mask
my identity
i am shivering,
lips blue
i cannot find the warmth
no love
just the ice cold mask
upon my face
i am alone


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