Cold as Ice

I’d stop that tear from rolling,

Down from her eyes to her cheek,

I’d catch it in my finger but no,

My fingers have turned to ice.

I’d hold her tight to stop her,

From shaking and being afraid,

I’d embrace her to peace but no,

My arms have both turned to ice.

I’d kiss her lips to stop the dark,

The darkness corrupting her insides,

I’d kiss her till she was free but no,

My lips have frozen to beyond ice.

I’d talk to her and hold her ear,

I’d say something to make her smile,

She is a lovely sight, I adore, but no.

My tongue has turned to ice.

I’d hold her close till the last sunset,

To free her from this darkness that exists,

I’d protect her from everything evil, but no.

My heart has turned to ice, I have turned to ice.

A Friendly Voice

An old voice whispers within,

Between my ears, a whisper,

My mind the location of origin,

It spoke about her, said 'never'.

I believed not the voice within,

The words said, echo in my head,

The voice seeks death to ambition,

It said, This path will see you dead.

The voice found itself ignored,

An Angel, armed with a spell,

As if taught to her by the lord,

Her spell, enchanted me well.

The voice knew it was too late,

My penance, seems its silence,

The voice seemed content to wait,

My disobedience, robbed my sense.

As the voice erupted in laughter,

It broke the spell, to show my hell,

I saw myself being led to slaughter,

The cliff of hell, led here by the Angel.

As I stepped away with a step back,

A whip of smoke, from clouds it broke,

As the lash unleashed a thunder crack,

Blood soak, as the voice again spoke.

"There is no angel, there never was,"

My heart turned to smoke, the voice spoke,

"there's no salvation, there never was."

I felt it as my mind broke, no energy to even choke.