A storm blows.
A storm blows outside.
It's a cold one full of spite and snow,
And its fury is for me to ride,
So that this pain of mine might go.
It follows the breeze to windy places,
And there the wind does away with it.
It's a pain without names or faces,
And it's killing me bit by bit.
The frozen snow washes my soul.
And it keeps my heart numb,
It keeps my heart whole.
And though it may be dumb,
I know why I need this.
To forget to feel.
To erase my memory of bliss,
To forget all this.
It's a cold one full of spite and snow,
And its fury is for me to ride,
So that this pain of mine might go.
It follows the breeze to windy places,
And there the wind does away with it.
It's a pain without names or faces,
And it's killing me bit by bit.
The frozen snow washes my soul.
And it keeps my heart numb,
It keeps my heart whole.
And though it may be dumb,
I know why I need this.
To forget to feel.
To erase my memory of bliss,
To forget all this.
posted by Poetic_bum at 5:47 p.m.
4 Comments:
do you really still feel pain..? i guess mine was longer ago than yours, but i really don't feel pain anymore...just nothing. so, in any case, i guess your pain will subside in time... I guess i just have to wait to see what fills its place... possibly just old age ;(
Well may i ask how old you really are? If you would tell me but not on here where everyone can read it... my email adress is devoncoupland@hotmail.com
:-) no way jose! (if i'm old enough to use that response... you can get some idea of how old i am)... let's just say this: i'm way too old to be as confused as i am.
hahahahaha... well it was worth a try... and i still find it hard to beleive your anything OLD...
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