Water to Ice
Water to Ice
Stagnate is the water, I drink of you,
Hope, you take from my mouth, dreams not from you.
How was I supposed to know, the thief inside thee?
Trust, I kept to myself, but then I couldn't see.
You dream of past be-comings, dreams of truths,
You, the knife I stab me, in wombs of Ruth.
You lead me through your forest, now you've left me lost,
Warmth, a distant memory, nothing here but frost.
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