Black Ice

A cold, bright moon begins to rise
A frozen breeze stifles my cries
Far away my life is fading
And my fingers tremble with surprise

Tears of ice that'll never melt
Legs that forget how to stand
An early grave of dew-diamond grass
A pain like none I've ever felt

Tear-blurred stars seen through glazing eyes,
As my life stains the sleeping earth,
And time slowly starts to end...
Don't mourn for me almost everyone dies...

by: silver nutmeg

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