When the morning sun rises more snowfalls,
flames rise as smoke fills the air.
All the while her siren song rings down the halls.
Christina with skin white as ice, she stares completely unaware
as they sat and shed their tears over a year-long affair.
Worried and waiting, staring down a white cross.
Knowing they could do nothing but swear.
left to feel alone and at a loss ,
as life withers and rots away.
Weight is lost and image gained
living life in a state of decay.
letting rocket fuel go unrestrained
waiting as time goes by being told to let it be.
As Christina frolics about more snowfalls.
All the while here I lay wishing and preying she will say "please help me."
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