October 2, 2010 by Abode Camp in The Gathering

Subzero


The bowels of my thoughts, icy lake
Drain emotions from my bleeding soul
Tears that follow burn my skin
Dread to see myself, I ain’t me

The sun encircles my shape on the ice
In my shadow I see people below
Their frozen faces staring blank
All crying without a sound

Thousand degrees below
Ice age has begun, Subzero
Emotions running low
My heart is so cold, Subzero

Hatred in words, spewing from their mouths
Verbal injection of a freezing void
Sunrise in three directions
As all the faces turn to laugh

Thousand degrees below
Ice age has begun, Subzero
Emotions running low
My heart is so cold, Subzero






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