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Poem "The City Is Cold":
- published April 21, 2009
- viewed 18 times

Other poems by Josh Hay:
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»A Graceful Promise, A Tragic Lie (The End Of Me)«
»Beauty Is In The Eyes Of The Beholder (So They Say)«
»Bitter Revenge And Sweet Tragedy«
»Chapters Of My Life«
»Cherry Is The Square Root Of Pie«
»Congratulations and Applause«
»Consider Me Alive«
»Destroy Thy, Destroy Thee«
»I Say Pseudo Scientific Just To Sound Smart«
»Imaginations are a Battle«
»Kings And Traitors«
»Reflections And Reality«
»Relativity of Darkness«
»Relentless Burden«
»Set it off like a trigger«
»Stygiophobia«
»The Concept Of Lying«
»The Missing Crown«
»The Suspense Of Waiting«


»The City Is Cold«

by Josh Hay

Take my breath, and tear it apart, screaming, so crystal clear, and they tear against me, hurting me, breaking me, I stood alone on these streets, shedding my tears against the pavement, it was myself against this burning world, I thought we we were joking like clowns. I've had enough of these senseless cries, aiming towards the sky, and you screamed against me, shattering my eyes with your screams. Your blood was on my hands, holding me against my will, being torn between heaven and ice. I was meant to take you high into the sky, but you tore me to dust, shattering my wings with your lies, my last breath went into your mouth, saving your last moments, while you tortured me. Don't be scared around me, I am only here to see you die. I stood in amazement, as I saw you tear yourself apart with your own creations, this calamity was to great for you, I had to leave, I chose ice over heaven.
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