In the dawn of winter, the coldness concede <br />the warmth of the sun starts to recede <br />and glaciers begins to form from any of liquid <br />freezing any concentration from basic to acid <br /> <br />And a blade comes to shred a temporal vessel <br />and ends a constant course of day to day travel <br />A man who sits alone under the freezing willow <br />nothing to eat, and broken under the falling snow <br /> <br />Who would have thought he would take his own life <br />leaving the world behind by a razor or a knife <br />his body was lying and his eyes were wide open <br />A man who carried the most heaviest burden <br /> <br />At the midst of the ground where his heart lies <br />beating slower every minute, slowly closing his eyes <br />his visions are fading, and from the sky shows a gleam <br />A man who wished for more died with his frozen bloodstream<br /><br />Paolo Mikel Moro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-frozen-bloodstream/
