Winter Cold

Sitting alone in this winter cold, tears frozen to my cheeks/ All but spent I take my icey seat/ I’ve screamed and cried out till my voice was weak/ No one cares and no one came, as my agony was swept along with the snow in the wind down the barren street/ Can’t feel my hands, can’t feel my feet/ As cold as my heart the circles complete/ By myself in this winter cold/ I’ve lost the heat of passion and now I just have this frozen soul/ Naught but pain as I watch my life unfold/ Lips are blue and eyes are red/ Eyes so full of pain and dread/ Searching through the barren trees the frozen dead/ How I wish that was me instead/ But they’ll come back and that is not what I desire/ The chill brings numb while pain is fire/ The beating in my chest begins to tire/ The wisps of smoke I blow begin to slow/ Covered in a blanket of this icey snow/ I’ve finally found bliss in this winter cold……

A Night

Minds made up, down for the task/ Grab the mask/ Pick up the clip load bullet after bullet/ Hold it, cock it, safety off all you gotta do is pull it/ Face covered up flip the hood on/ Gloves pulled tight, shut the lights, lock the door and he’s gone/ The wolf is on the prowl/ Eyes hungry the sound of the gloves tightening is a snarl, scuff of the shoes is a growl/ Slinkin from shadow to shadow/ Cars cruising by hear the tin can rattle/ Buzz as the street lights flicker up above like the sound of bees/ Hear the wind as the it whispers through the trees/ Then suddenly one man walkin alone he speeds in for the kill, a quick gun buck knocks him to his knees/ They meet eyes and this hunter sees/ Someone’s father, someone’s brother/ He has a wife, he has a mother/ The shadows shifting, the lights flicker/ The bees buzzin, the trees whisper/ Eyes harden, Fingers tighten, heart beats quicker/ BOOM/ A ring of thunder, a flash of lightning/ Followed by stillness almost real enough to feel/ Then a quick rustle followed by the pounding of some feet/ Then the quiet of the night returns/ The buzzing of the bees, the whispers of the trees, the rattles of the cans, but not a single heart beat….-James Richard McGeown the 3rd