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…So Cold...

midnight blues
your brain is not in the mood
for these….foolish little games
your love sitting on a pedestal of so much shame

MR.ice dressed down in black, your suit
colored charcoal with slacks that reflect the night
 skin tone as white and cold as..
antarctic snow.
they say its coldest at night so you stalk barren streets leaving a trail
of crystalline ice

you've numbed the pain
just a little to much novacane so now
feelings are retreating
and caring is far faring

like icebergs you float
with no ulterior hope

theres more to you hidden under
what people may see
your soul is lost in this sea of ice freezing to the core
but your tears do not pour
they solidify in side  
the final resting place of pain

your heart incased by ice
its so cold.
thats why your called mr.ice




Written by MoSeS-alienhead (Alejandro leon)
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