Sometimes I lie awake regretting
The bitter Prozac pills that have poisoned my nights
And the cold breeze that drifts through the window
When I kill the music and dim the lights.
I doffed my coat, abandoned being warm,
I stood outside your doorstep and begged
To be let me into the storm.
And icicle stalactites
Dripped into the ceaseless spread of snow
That swallowed words and tears.
The snow fell without your consent
And I suppose that I froze when you poisoned the rose
And started this icy decent
I can’t hear the morning dove
I’ve been sleeping with the crow
I left my body here
And made my bed of snow
What can you deny a man frozen in time?
Was there time before the fall?
What words suffice on lips of ice?
You can deny him nothing at all.
Amazing.
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