Cold Death Fear Gonna Get Ya
Some days I get scared & shake w/the fear of Death in me, cold-metal-chill & I'm shivering, w/nothing warm to hold on to or hug, nothing but cold empty soulless eyes coming back at me to stare & burn thru my soul w/the only heat I've ever known. All this is cold-melt & deadly now, forgotten days of shiver-shook burn so that I don't know when the last or first time was when I ever got it all right. Maybe some things are just never meant to be frozen cold-eternal on the nighttime plain, all life left to be burning & warm & no lost eyes to see thru, no lost skies to beam thru, all just falling times & hard grounds to land on. These days, burned out & slipping, I watch my sundial turn in the morning sun & hold my breath waiting for it all to fall away...someday.
Last revised: 8-01-01