Black Ice

November 30, 2010
I am made of wax, kerosene and glass
Hold your head up high, this time
I watch you fade, into the brittle gray
But I can't sleep beside you

My eyes brush your grin of evil
as I fall into the slip.slip.slip
of the dark,
where you'll find me as your brightest star

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