feelin the cold,

the whip and the burn

on unmoving slow sliding scale

try not to think who you were

-how i feel-

and tie myself down to that rail

of unspoken sadness

in burnt umber dream

a failure of epic renown

remove all the feeling

and hide all the shame

beneath virgin white

dressing gown

 ~ hold myself tight

in scarred curled disarray ~

try to forget vivid past

and in fetal remorse

i hold myself tight

and dream of sweet love

holding fast.