The dreams come again, <br />What icy sleep to be reborn, again, <br />Of everything that is gone, again, <br />The lunatics that screech the dawn, again, <br />The heaven beams amassed over the morn, again, <br />Do I dare to look into your cold eyes... again? <br /> <br />I once loved you <br />But your breath has been tainted <br />And my pain has been painted. <br />You were the plumes of a Phoenix rising, <br />You were the veins in my neck, <br />Now you strangle me. <br />My sad nocturne, true, <br />Like dreamers do. <br /> <br />I embrace the rain <br />As the oceans wash with a sweet release, again, <br />As the darkness comes between, again, <br />As the moon dust congests every crease, again, <br />So I can forget about you, snow queen, again. <br />Do I dare to set you free though <br />You make me love you so... again? <br /> <br />You left my mouth like a blossoming sore, <br />You destroyed me with madness, <br />Like a lost child, <br />Stark and naked <br />In the rust of night, <br />This ethereal dynamo of such starry fright, <br />Then I see your eyes, not even a rue. <br />Well, I am that child, closing his glowering eyes, <br />Like dreamers do. <br /> <br />So who is this creature, <br />Who owns this insatiable love for the cold, <br />With only a past so shallow, <br />There is nothing to unfold. <br />The mouth that only spews mindless love rhetoric, <br />With a portrait of a personality prosthetic, <br />Just another dismal Yeti riddle to construe, <br />Like dreamers do.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acrid-snow-queen/
