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Cold as Ice
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Poems from the archives ice cold ...
frozen ...
numbing ...
pain ...
crippling me ...
so tired of shouldering ...
wrapping around
from the blade
traveling down
along my arm
following through
to my fingertips ...
cold fucking fingertips
Damn it, I hate this shit!
do I really have to quit
doing what I love?
fuck!
I can hardly type
but I'll keep up the fight
I hope to find relief
from this fucking suffering
fuck!
it hurts!
It fucking hurts!
it fucking sucks!
SO sick of it! ...
two years of this shit ...
or is it now three
can it fucking be?
I'd found a way
to survive
in this fucked up
money hungry
region of greed
I'd established a means
to get what I need
doing what I love ...
but now ...
the pain ...
the suffering ...
must love
always
lead to suffering?
