Snow falls,
whispers winter’s farewell,
makes way for Spring,
buries my screams
under a sloshy, white coffin.
No fire can warm me
for even a flame
cannot reach my crimson-dried veins.
Everything is still,
so still,
I’d give anything to hear my heartbeat,
my breath,
some small sign that I live.
But I don’t.
I merely walk this earth,
with my newly made kin,
pretending to be human,
praying to be human.
This final blast of cold
keeps my secrets.
The icy veil
hides my flaws
from everyone
but me.
How long will I go undetected?
How long will I be able to stand the solitude
that plagues me
even when others like me are near?
Why aren’t they enough?
~Drake
whispers winter’s farewell,
makes way for Spring,
buries my screams
under a sloshy, white coffin.
No fire can warm me
for even a flame
cannot reach my crimson-dried veins.
Everything is still,
so still,
I’d give anything to hear my heartbeat,
my breath,
some small sign that I live.
But I don’t.
I merely walk this earth,
with my newly made kin,
pretending to be human,
praying to be human.
This final blast of cold
keeps my secrets.
The icy veil
hides my flaws
from everyone
but me.
How long will I go undetected?
How long will I be able to stand the solitude
that plagues me
even when others like me are near?
Why aren’t they enough?
~Drake