27.11.08

The Iceman

I sigh, way back
it's a rattle in the rubble
As night grips black
(it's a trip into trouble)
Shake me up cause my mind's slime
vascular motion solidified
tongue tied, blind.
I cannot blink through the bright haze
could you please just reanimate?
I'd like the sun to feel my face.

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