Blame

Iced is my heart, where the wind fades to grey - Infamous to black is my shadow, always clawing to my back - Scars which blisters the walls in my mind - My writs, cut beyond the pain in time - The light to the tunnel, awaiting of a promise into the end, unseen - The noise, the demons voice flakes the flames - Burning the answers of my sin, i am the one, i am to blame.

poem by Unic Cjonr
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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