It's like a cold, cold frost <br />that sweeps over your body's fire <br />and it melds with your desires <br />to produce an icy weapon <br />to proceed with your demise, <br />you fire blanket answers <br />and fill in those questionnaires <br />but somewhere deep inside <br />there's a giant being snared <br /> <br />the world will keep on rising <br />to meet the day to day occasions <br />as the frost inside your heart keeps freezing <br />just enough to keep you from bleeding <br />and as you start feeling less alive, <br />someone will surely notice <br />and they'll toss everything-the world away <br />and throw their fire into your heart, <br />through their sudden eyes <br />and their subtle gestures <br />you'll begin to feel alive.<br /><br />David Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-tickers/
