September 6, 2006
Is this a winter suicide?
Sharp blizzards stungs my skin,
Like alcohol being splashed on a deep fresh wound,
I grit my teeth so hard till my lips bled to withstand the pain,
Till I felt numb and lifeless.
Cold, weary,
Oblivion of which direction to go,
Should I be heading to the right or to the left?
Torrents of snow clouds obscures my path.
As my teeth's chatter a silly tune,
And my skin turns blue,
I wonder,
Will I get through this haphazard?
posted @ 10:12 PM
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