Cold Inside... Poem by Fonda kerr

Cold lips uncaring words sentimental touches unfelt
numb to the soul tears turn to dust when the blade is
held not human am I unlovable what is love no warmth
only cold no reasons left only cold sick of excuses as to
why I breath down a bottle of pills and go to sleep never
wake from this endless dream alone in a world so cold
the ice sticks to my flesh there is nothing more to hold
hells flames never felt immune to every disease there
is wanting death no darkness to be had no apology's
left only a note to explain why the angel of death smiles
and disappears into the night alone again in the storm
snow flakes fall guardian angels betrayed empty stares
dead space end of the human race what is left but the
blade in the hands of the insane

crazy thoughts madness I fall over the edge I can not
go guilt stricken and ashamed by words whispered the
dark betrayals unheard death prevented by a couple words
Gunshots echo around the world grief stricken hearts
insomnia tears me a part dream a dream of kings and
queens castles and dungeons and dragons wizards with
powerful spells potent enough to see invisible insignias
words held in place by a key hand around my throat
persistent nightmares provoked chase after me the dark
has faded into the mind surfacing memory's still confined
in a place to big to search blank pieces of paper ripped and
torn stomped into the earth a tree is reborn it stands alone
until it is burned and transformed into ash black and cold
into the soil it never grows.