Cold breath upon her neck he touches her skin cold
Cold touch upon her hand he moves his fingers up her arm ice
Cold feeling up her spine he hides in his heart frozen
He is cold, he is ice, he is frozen his heart, a blue crystal of fear and hate
his touch upon her skin in her heart in her eyes into her mind of beauty and love he is at peace yet still he has the touch of ice the cold breath fading to black his touch frozen dead cold ... ice
Crimson-Valkyrie · Tue Jul 18, 2006 @ 03:20am · 2 Comments |