sicpowered

chin frozen from outside in
fingers numb
touch like death
empty feelin deep inside
food would suffice

filled now
but lost with wonder
under nothing but the world
every moment
like work to stay clear
to live

lust is as it should be
unfulfilled and perverse
always wanting hard
reaching never

cold grips arms
soldiers into mind
a sense of forebodeing ignored
a day of doom long past
dark days exist
always

always love for them
in all ways i am able