Monday, February 20, 2012

An Ice Blood Phoenix

My hands are empty
Awaiting fulfillment
My head is blizzards
Awaiting global warming

The ice in my bones
Shatters
In Hollywood slow motion
Patters

My reality becomes a twist of fate
This child, with these skills
Will have these hardships to face
It will make him frozen in chills
But in ice we will find perfection

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