The mystery of life love when does it all end                          Am I always to wonder why this or why that

                      Or am I to endure the silent thoughts of the moods

                                           Of those around me

                          It feels like someone has a pillow over my face

                                                 I cannot breathe

                                   Will this pain come to an end?

                                    I could have the power to delete it

                           I see nothing in the future that can hold a key

                                 To what has been taking away from me

                                            Everyone has a taste for blood

                                            That word is so powerful

                             I lay awake at night in the darkness where

                                                  Tears cannot be seen

                             I think of when we met and all we shared

                                                    Now strangers

                                                             Over

                                                          forgotten

                                                 This Heart bleeds

                                               This Heart beats Gone

                                                            Dead

                                                              Not

                                                   This Heart stops

                                             As this pain then will end

                                                So will the memory…

I WALK THE COLD AND LONELY NIGHT TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF

WHAT IS RIGHT

WHAT IS WRONG

THE WORD < WHY >

THE WORD < FOREVER >

AND MOST OF ALL

THE WORD < DIE >

LIVING NAKED IN A WINTER WONDERLAND CAN BE A FRIGID LIFE

LIKE MEETING ON THE INTERNET

STRANGERS/FRIENDS/LOVERS/NOTHING/

BROKEN PROMISES IN FAR AWAY LANDS

SNOW COVERED FLESH NOT WARMED BY THE SUN

NOR CAN THE WINGS OF ANGELS ENFOLD ME

AS I AM NOT FREE TO BE EVEN TOUCHED BY THEM

NOT IN THIS COLD REALITY

I HAVE TO WALK STILL IN THIS WINTER SOUL CALLED

I

SOME MAY THINK THAT IT MEANS ALONE

WELL THERE ARE MANY SUCH AS ME THAT

HAVE FELL INTO HELL TO FIND IT IS COLD

LIKE A WINTER FREEZE

THAT SOON TAKES YOU DEEP INTO

A WINTER GROUND OF DEAD REMORSE

FOR WHAT YOU DID AND WHAT YOU

MUST DO

AS TIME IS A PLACE OF BITTER TOUCH

REACHING OUT PULLING YOU INTO A

DEEPER SIN

INVITING YOU TO COME TO A PLACE

THE VOICES SAY

“ARE YOU COLD?””

“COME IN AND WARM YOUR FLESH”

HELL IS A HOT

DECEIT!

I AM COLD

SO I WALK

I TURN

I BURN

LIGHT FLASHING IN MY MIND AS

MEMORIES ARE SLOWLY MELTING AWAY

THEN I AM TOSSED BACK ON THE GROUND

OF A COLD WINTER DAY

I’M GIVEN MY ASHES OF MEMORIES TO WATCH 

AS THE WIND TAKES THEM FAR AWAY.. 

WRITTEN BY: ME:  11/2/2007 Jeanette Beakes