Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Angel Wings ❯ Death Dreams ( Chapter 8 )

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The wind that swirls around my body,
Bringing contentment and peace.
It also brings a small thing,
That I hope will never cease.
It is my hope for the world,
And everything I hope will be.
The miniscule dreams that I carry,
Maybe too small for anyone to see.
They are so small and frail,
They could break and turn to dust.
In this world my dreams,
Are anything but just.
They are selfish and cold,
The freeze of death that I long for others,
Is to make sure they stay as a still mold.
One I made under the scrutiny of others,
They caused me to be this way.
I will continue to seek the dark cold of loneliness,
And let the snow fall where it may.
The snow that will turn red with blood,
And freeze the coldest hearts over again.
There I will sit,
In the midst of the redden plain.
You will see the worst of me,
And you will run.
The ice that covers my heart,
Will not melt in the comfort of the sun.
The warmth of love,
Is so very foreign to me.
And when you show me affection,

I will push away and cease to be.