December 3, 2011
By Sammidevil BRONZE, Everett, Washington
Sammidevil BRONZE, Everett, Washington
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Bound in a place of hell and fear
they peirce my soft flesh with ease
ice to skin the chill that runs deep to the core
nothing can rid me of it
bleeding and falling into a world I do not know
they peirced my skin with their cold sharp points
It leaves you with a chill in your bones like nothing you have ever felt
it's the chill of death who comes for you now
she sings your name as she falls like snow
your blood everywhere there is no place to go
the icicles have peirced your very soul
the chill so dark you can't breathe
it creeps up your lungs making you gasp for air
she looks at you with her beat red eyes
she smiles
the cold heartless chill of death she fills you with feels like it lasts for eternity

The author's comments:
this poem was pretty much me just thinking about how when people turned cold hearted this is what it might feel like for them and when you do turn into a cold hearted person you let the cold dark chill of hate take over your very soul

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