by Tanetane » Tue Jan 01, 2013 5:55 pm
Oh my eyes, gray,
has sought out day,
but try as I may,
I only found clouds
Stretching for miles,
somber and mild,
shadowing the living, the proud
And cyan streaked ice,
seemingly nice,
though spiked and structured very strange,
Oh I wait to see to if it will change,
but it never dares it drip,
and I fear I may slip
So I will stay in this place,
so never a living soul may see my face,
I am not much more than a gasp,
of a life who was gone and walked past,
who took the form of something never warm.
I admit, I am pale,
my mind derailed,
long time ago,
Can't help but shiver,
for my breath delivers,
something very cold
They said, in life,
I was very much like a cat,
Hunting for people like I was hunting rats,
but I didn't much understand, that a human
Shouldn't be played with like dead mice,
And now I bare this ghostly cold ice...
But I am a flame bright, I am the moonlight
I have a tail of twisted wire a lit with fire
Is it not true, is it not right,
that truth as a shrew, comes barring blight,
so it came and marked me, so all can see,
what a monstrous and ugly creature I can be
Take a look at my massive chains,
take a peak of my viscious fangs.
Come and see how strange,
how mutated, how derranged,
I... Am... And that might never change.
Oh, is that truly ice you felt?
Do you think that I would melt,
did you conspire to throw me in fire,
and watch embers seize me,
You wanted to end me, if it was that easy,
we'll... I'm sorry to say, it's not that way

I'm Tane, I'm over 18 and I prefer gender neutral pronouns (they/them)