Cold Inside


I'm trapped within these windows of life

As the world passes between ties

My thoughts begin to damper in time

As the tears seem to secrete my eyes

Holding on to the bitter edge of sanity

I find myself closer to the end

Body tightening as I begin to climb

Undaunted thoughts I want to send

Holding on to the walls of its beach

Pulling myself in and out of reach

What is it that you need from me?

Seems to me I'm too blind to see

Once I see I feel too soon

The edges of my world fall to a room

Hand in time with time in hand

Slipping away like a grain of sand

Once I'm gone, in too deep

A sickle to a dream, may I sleep?

Until such time is closer when dealt

There is no other pain I have felt

Over the edge no escape from fear

Things look distant as they draw near

Thursday's acrimony I never wish

To find myself in mental anguish

Holding on to the walls of its beach

Pulling myself in and out of reach

What is it that you need from me?

Seems to me I'm too blind to see

Eyes over eyes

Tell me what you may

For eyes under eyes

Are different every day

Letting go of the hold

Leaving me out in the cold

Voices in my head seem to be lost

Along with the feel of Decembers frost!

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