The lake

By BlackNightingale

Days pass by in the arms of time.
I stand alone staring at abyss,
waiting for that final, cold kiss.
 
The candles burn into the night.
Shadows on the wall, motionless,
watch as fire loses its light.
 
The bottomless purple lake stood still,
as I leaned over, just to see my face.
And beneath the shiny surface, a pale
monster is hiding its hollow eyes.
 
My lips are turning blue, as winter lower's
its hand down to my shivering heart.
 

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Copyright 2015 BlackNightingale
Published on Friday, December 18, 2015.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"
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  • SirEnders On Wednesday, February 17, 2016, SirEnders (50)By person wrote:

    It's almost as if you are insinuating that you have an inner evil that only you can see. That a certain event has caused a heavy weight on your chest "As winter lowers its hand" and the feelings caused you to be cold and upset. I hope the best for you, keep writing. I loved the read

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