House of Snow
In a bleak dwelling of snow and frost In this house of white satinian floors Betwixt the lunacies, dejected and lost I am alone, burning, behind closed doors Charred by my own cave-in, and lonely roars — Of a lone volition so simply mine I feel the need to bleed and hurt, and freeze. My sorrows leave me to myself unease Left empty, above cold and wretched floors In a facade of grace, of pain and sores — And to these walls of folly and self-doubt Far away from spirit,…
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