• prettytatteredsoul

Black Icicles – a poem about…

Blackened thoughts Consume me from within once more Drowning me in the coldest waters of hate Forcing me down on to my knees again Threatening to determine my fate.

I see no hope of escape From this twisted affliction That is worsened by addiction As my thoughts give way To desires of an unnatural silence.

Nothing changes I know that now Apart from the deterioration of my senses Which are now becoming a mere memory Forcing my heart to wither and die.

Black icicles begin to form over my body A testament to the cold generated from my frozen soul Now devoid of all warmth, love and hope.

I see the end The future laid out before me It is no longer one of comfort But a world of eternal pain.

I am so sorry my love Please, Do not follow me.

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