No air to breathe.
Droplets smear their path along my face.
No where to run
No where to hide
Just me, myself, and I
No one hears me.
No one cares.
Shadows and sleep are my friends.
The cool touch of the wall
Lifts and numbs the pain.
The clock adjacent,
Taunts me.
Tick-tock-tick-tock.
Over and over.
Tick-tock-tick- tock.
Waiting for death to show his face
Midnight...
The snow falls like ashes
From the killing of many men
I rest with a rose in my hands,
My eyes closed,
With skin as cold as ice.
Picture http://www.deviantart.com/art/The-Death-51757946
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