by MaxxHeart25Miami, Florida, USA
May 2012 379 Views 4 comments
Prisoner of the Chill
The room mirrors the owner cold as ice,
Nothing to salvage cause no item would suffice.
He sits against the wall facing the frozen bars,
His heart behind them held back like what a red light does to cars.
Eyes bluer than usual from the stare even while his hand shakes,
Above the hammer which he planned to use after he debated the stakes.
His blood slows as his empty chest relaxes leaving him still,
Unable to shake the thoughts as it weighs heavily on his will.
Nothing to salvage cause no item would suffice.
He sits against the wall facing the frozen bars,
His heart behind them held back like what a red light does to cars.
Eyes bluer than usual from the stare even while his hand shakes,
Above the hammer which he planned to use after he debated the stakes.
His blood slows as his empty chest relaxes leaving him still,
Unable to shake the thoughts as it weighs heavily on his will.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2012
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