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[title] => Burning Chill
[time] => 2005-02-19 03:17:01
[hometext] => Please Leave feedback. I want to learn from my mistakes.
[bodytext] => Burning Chill I saw my soul today It smiled at me in an evil way Frosted pale were its fractured blue lips clutching corroded and black were its finger tips Grasping me with a dead mans grip the chill of a whisper reached its lips A single word its rotten mass did shudder Its hissing breath the death of winter Feed my hate and feed my sorrow Fear the graveyard of the morrow Exhume the bodies of affliction Lay bear my path to resurrection Haunted now by the cinders of shame The murky black smoke of sin did stain The stone cold chill Of tainted smile My constant companion of denial This frozen ground of dead emotion This corpse of forged animation Is the haunted ground of children’s voices Of sad and terrible choices The blizzards of life have chaffed me hard Like the scabbing on a pond Skin on which words dash and dance Their blades my story of circumstance I turn from my shadow the howling wind This raging fire that burns within Anger and malice are mine by right Am I a friend of the living or a friend of night The cancer of snow falling on green The flower of this life clinging A fortress against the sheets of white Still holding still hoping Peace I will never know This darkness within continues to grow The battles that rage within Are my property my burden Life passes around me My journey has yet to begin A path I now see a path I must take God be the judge of my mistakes [comments] => 3 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Rumplestilskin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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