Ice Cold
From the cold winds that carry snow
Through our heart and mind
To the icy depths of waters below
A fine line of places entwined
Where coldness reigns
All warmth is shun
Empty plains
And not even the Azure Sun
Can make it undone
Why is this, this curse of cold,
This curse of me, not yours
Never yours, always mine
Wherever or not, light may shine,
The answer I have here, and scrolled
Including a remedy soon to be told
The skies want to be warm and nice
Though it’s never enough
The waters want to be warm and nice
Though it’s never enough
Our heart wants to be warm and nice
Though it’s never enough
Our minds want to be warm and nice
Though it’s never enough
It’s never enough for us
Always someone to blame
Whether it’s yourself or another
Always putting someone to shame
It’s never enough for us
Forget all this ‘better’
‘Good’ and ‘improved’
Make yourself a dreamer
Let the problems be moved
To a place no one cares
To a place where no one dares
To be bothered with nonsense
Where no one takes offence
Oblivion
And take upon your life
Renewed with warmth
From mind till heart
Let everything be charmed
With your new found art
Of spreading warmth instead of cold
QuestionDakkru, Dakkru,
Whatever you are
Whatever you might be, and were
I've vaguely heard of you
Running things for the dead
Though if this is true
What can one do
What things are yours to be fed
Obedience is too much of ease
When one lays on the floor
When one's live starts to seize
When one already spreads a rotting odour
Also might does not come from a lifeless one
Nor strength or any other skills
Not even trias to pay of your bills
Another dead is all you’ve won
The Death Realm is where you roam
I don’t intend to visit your place
Who would let see one’s face
In what only the dead call their home
Your intentions are unknown
As well as what it takes to be a drone
Of you, Oh Dakkru
Mistress of dead, un-useful waste,
Leave me alone, will you
