Every time the truth gets broken
you leave me in the cold
waiting for death to come
taking me away
I'm the one to fix it
when the coldness
gets to be too much
for just one to handle
All the hate don't mean shit
I've become used to it
if you're not here to spit it
then voices in my mind do
The fear that haunts us all
is like the cold you left me in
run like the coward you are John
into the warmth of your wife
All the while your daughter
in the dead of winter dies
no one around for miles
to find the frozen dead body
The season is way too cold
to be outside for too long
death has come so much for
your winter wonderland
Will you last another year
or perish at the end of this one
are you still warm John?
While I had died from the cold
Author notes
winter
A contest entry
- Seasons... [prewrites permitted] =] by sora..
600 points, ended September 20, 2008, 59 entries
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Comments
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*shiver*
this is extremely moving.
great work, & good luck.
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