I try to call out for help <br />but I'm suffocating <br />in a river of pain and treachery. <br />I try to call out <br />as I resurface once again, <br />but the river engulfs me once more <br />in it's icy grasp. <br />It pulls me under and slowly, <br />oh so slowly, extracts <br />the life from me. <br />This River feeds on your will <br />to keep living. <br />As I resurface yet again, <br />in a valient attempt to call out <br />but it's icy cold hands come forth <br />from This blood filled River, <br />yet again to drag me under <br />to endure the slow agonizing <br />half life that This River holds.<br /><br />Heart of Ice Die Die Die<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-river-4/
