Torrid

Icicles
Hang from
The skeletal
Oak in the yard
And from my
Hollowed eyes
And I lay underneath
With a red eye
With the fallen leaves
Where snowflakes rest
On my chest
Their icy bed
The drift of
My regret
Is where I lay my winter head

And I'm stuck out in the snow
It's just me and the crow
That perch all alone
With a red eye burning through the night

It can't be done anymore
The lanterns froze on shore
The ice is nipping
At my toes
And as I pause
To take in
Winters view
Rolling hills of ice
Rolling hills of lies
I keep on moving to keep out the night
With a red eye



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Reuben Larson, Gage Iverson Armstrong
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