Little Line Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

Hot and cold
noises begin to quiet
and blend together.
Yet
most things
flare out
and scream in my face.
Aggravation
devestation
sadness
madness
insanity
incomplexity.
Too much to hold,
yet I feel so empty.
Desperate for release
scars begin to appear
and multiply...
I long for many short lines
covering my arms.
Or lokng stretching lines
down my arms.
I wish somone would notice,
somebody would care enough to notice,
somebody would care enough to notice.
I crave for love and accfeptance
but what I recieve is
coldness and hate.
They cold-shoulder and deny
ever having cared
all over one little line.

Nov.-16-09