Killers

In solitude, I stay alone in peace,
The Sun shines and I wrinkle
I collapse onto myself, like a touch-me-not,
and Disappear under a wintery cot

I feel the cold, shattering my teeth,
They clatter, and sometimes bite my tongue,
I wait for my mother's warmth and smile,
To dampen my cunning and all my guile

I lie in my bed, it's now on fire,
It burns my dreams and all my desires,
A face of hope and distant dreams,
Breaks in little pieces at the seams

Winters come, and summers they pass,
Years remain, etched on my skin
With every passing day i feel,
The pen will soon run out of ink.

Last days of summers,
In my life are here,
Bound by leather and the chain,
I see around the corner,
An end to the pain.









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