Cold, chilling me
like thorns,
still, this time a year
I am there where
my eyes hang on
hang on
do I hear them
whisper away the answers
to my thoughts
some do believe they
know all, in codes of sorts
like painted on the skin
the knowledge of what they
truly are
is rather painful to me
nothing more than our own
light and warmth
mystery solved
is beauty that fades away
like children's water-colored ones forgotten
in the rain
I open the door
and try to lock the thought outside
I care not of the reality
I move away from it's
choking embrace
shove it
bitter
the child
just died
like thorns,
still, this time a year
I am there where
my eyes hang on
hang on
do I hear them
whisper away the answers
to my thoughts
some do believe they
know all, in codes of sorts
like painted on the skin
the knowledge of what they
truly are
is rather painful to me
nothing more than our own
light and warmth
mystery solved
is beauty that fades away
like children's water-colored ones forgotten
in the rain
I open the door
and try to lock the thought outside
I care not of the reality
I move away from it's
choking embrace
shove it
bitter
the child
just died
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