Lost and Surfacing
What Season Are You?
The ice won’t melt to tears of saddened diamonds
Lying like a shroud upon my heart, I feel so cold
Each morning the sun never rises
I’s so still, silent, and dead
Try raising my thoughts and they just fall to my shoulders
Winter is gone, but this season is not one I know
I waltz to the music of torture… and torment
Gliding and spinning right before the fall
Crash to the hard cement, I bleed away my sorrow
No use, it seeps back in…
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