"The Fire Within This Icy Soul" By: Wild Lightning MS

This pain inside burns like a red hot fire poker jabbed through my gut. This cage made of steel is so cold I shiver with frosty breathes of moisture from my limp corps. With skin of a chilly ever so cyanotic oxygen deprived stare of the eyes I look deep into your soul. I react like that of dead wieght, and walk with reflections of others. Anxiously waiting that of what comes before my emotionless face. Red tented water surrounds and engulfs me with a surge of electricity that stuns this frozen soul. This fire within me of molten blood flows with no intent and no direction. Cold hands of unwanted comfort horrify my soul. I lay here as wet dust moving to the pleasure of another's desire. So I pay for what is not mine that blonged to me, and was stolen from me so long ago. Ashamed to be seen, and embarrassed to be know I hide away from those I now know. The torture to that of pain to my body I feel ends with the pain of my heart that has no end in sight. Triggers of the past prompt anger with no control. Healing these wounds of my past, with a bloody chilled shiver of death, runs throught my veins. I view memories of the one that brought this hurt upon my frosty soul. Where dose the hurt stop for those whom I look upon now so many agaed years later?