They said you're only worth what you've got
And you've got nothing more than you give,
but how can you place a price on brimstone and ice?
Who would pay for the dissembling qualities I posess,
the power to delve so deeply into the mind,
In to the recesses,
and give forth a sporting spout of lies?
I tell you now, and I know you well,
The heart is incased in frozen water,
ones that cannot be melted by the Old Boy, nor the Father
and it twists under pressure, until you can't tell
That beneath the frozen facings
You'll find it to be bracing,
a heart of good warmth was felled.
Brimstone and ice
and a good dose of lies,
are all that I have to tell...
So please give me a price,
Help me melt my ice
and please,
take me away from my Hell.
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Poetic Inversion
PoetryJust a collection of poems and quotes I've written or heard over the years, some recent, some not so recent. Mostly depressing, so... Not for the faint of heart. No, life isn't always dark, it's not always bad, but it's easier to focus on the bad th...
