7.10.08

that speck of gold
that shallow hold
of swallow's hope
in a mindless play
of the minds mope
how long,how long could it last
the candle has blown
the light once so vast
now floods only fools gold
a cold chip
of bitter ice
like a frosty whip
now hopes a lie
and thus remains a seer
blind

Comment. its called ice. its about how im feeling now