Frigid
Blood dripping from my frowning face
Mixed with the tears that run my cheeks
And I’ve been working like a dog
Little sleep in many weeks
‘‘Tis the season, everywhere we look we see it
Everyone rushing to and fro
And I’m out here crying
Letting my blood stain the snow
Ive done a lot of wishing and hoping
Looking for my real enemy
I see him now looking me eye to eye
From my reflection in the ice upon the cold frozen street
LukeCoomer ©
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