Blades of ice chill my spine
My time is coming
Locked in a darkend room,
The dead all around me
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hmmm....Kaitlynn.....this is not one of your best poems. It doesn't really flow together. Try having things in chronic (vocab word! ! !) order. I like the morbidness of the poem....so dark, so deep. Makes me wonder what you were thinking ^.^
This is a morbid little thing with cold, cold imagery. Get out of that cold dark room, Kaitlyn! Run ;)