The Icy Cold

The icy cold breaks the moral

The icy cold slows it down

Monsters of ignorance and paper

They can’t fear the cold night, oblivious.

The air stands still

The doors cackle and cry

The hate and deception flows

Hypocrite’s laughs and smiles

The fur yawns, it dreams

The smoke travels, a poor, cheap replacement for thoughts

The sex is the only player, the only way to go

They can’t fear the cold night, oblivious.

The rage and caution reign supreme

Clouds of wishes and desires, hope wanders

For the wicked there’s no rest

For the broken minds there’s only pleasure.

Void, depleted, near the choking point

The keys are the only redeemer

Thus the happiness desires a break

Freedom are the thoughts, yet not the emotions.

Prisoners, hostages of the past mistakes

A small group, innocence remains

  For the honor codes there’s no retreat

All must pay the price of the real life, even the innocent.

No know date of writing, no name too. Lost in time all those details gone.