Frozen

February 8, 2011
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The city sleeps
and dreams of death.
I felt icicles on her breath.
One by one, crashing down
on the cold,
forgotten town.

Midnight hour,
eternal sleep.
The lover's hand.
The killers creep.
One by one, crashing down
on the cold,
forgotten town.

Cigarette smoke.
The icy void.
Love and death:
God's favorite toys.
One by one, crashing down
on the cold,
forgotten town.

Women dance
through the streets.
The reaper's hand.
The children weep.
Sweating, throbbing,
falling down.
Passion melts
our icy town.





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