Freezing on fire
Melting on ice;
Stabbing my head,
but it won't suffice.
Night and day,
Grappled with fears.
I am dripping rubies -
my own scarlet tears.
Kill me twice,
Then turn me to powder;
Or burn me to ashes,
Let dust be to ponder.
It's raining flames
on a dreary winter
no more ember
just death on December.
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Midnight Thoughts
PoesiaHighest Rank: #11 (Sept. 17, 2017) Started: August 7, 2017 Rhyme-aholic Poetic Lunatic
