Burning Below Zero Poem by Sven Rhoads

My skin, pale as the frost on the ground
Burns with the fire of a ravaged soul
The mind screams to each nerve in agony
Each time the day is about to unfold

Numb all the pain of this worn out body
For sleep never comes to bring sweet release

The flesh is cold and yet my veins surge fire
Please kill this heart of the poison desire
Like being eaten alive from the inside
So many years ago it feels like I've died
Why hasn't my piece be cleared from the board

My eyes, frozen and blue in misery
But the blood is boiling into a fever
Every inch of me in rigor mortis like pain
I didn't fall on just a knife, I fell onto a cleaver

Take from me all the demons that I hide
Return me back to when I was at zero

And still I feel the needles pushing in
Its a nightmare normalcy
To dread the dawn of the same old song
Making home in a tragedy