frostbite

cold cheeks,blue lips,my teeth are chattering.
along the white wastelands,i trudge threw the bleak.
i step,you snap.i have never been good at treading ice.
as i slip threw cracks,i remain numb,unaware of the peril.
you scream as i stare back with glazed eyes.
i have never been good at paying attention.
these were not my intetions,i never meant for this.
the air is cold,it stings my lungs.
to late for help,struggling does nothing.
i should give no effort,you walked away.
im still kicking and screaming.
dont give up,im still breathing.

not bad

Nice.

Very descriptive! Painted a very seeable picture.

I really liked that one.


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-Walker of Shadows
Hunter of the Hidden
Hero of Darkness

thank you.

I liked it. Write more.

I loved that, it formed a extremly clear picture in my mind and filled me with the fear of being left behind while sitting in coldness, dieing. I must say that is pretty good work

Dark female

Sinking slower,have to hold my breath.
It's always useless,might as well give in.
Everything is clouded.
Obscure,just so unclear.
Where has my felling gone?
Prick my finger,still so numb.
These thunder storms have come and gone.
Still sinking lower and lower into the fog.
Every minute more painful,slowly wasting away.

Hmm both are struggles.

yeah i was going threw some rough patches in my relationship when i wrote them,but i am happy again and things are going well

eternal bondage

tarted up just like before.
im your painted lady.
sweet little whore.

its all for you.
just lust,no love.
crying softy,soiled dove.

i cant always be your angel.
i could if i had a soul.
why cant i ever have control?