Of fire and ice
The frozen mask stained
By pellets of blood
From the wound
You've inflicted upon yourself.
YOU ARE READING
To The Introverts
PoetryAt the unforgiving eyes of the world, I lay here with a pen in hand, To write about the secrets I keep, The untold stories of an introvert.
Of fire and ice
Of fire and ice
The frozen mask stained
By pellets of blood
From the wound
You've inflicted upon yourself.
