My ramblings....

Bug

This frosty bug as crawled upon my shoulder and burried itself in
Building its resting place in my bone and marrow
Dear insect, your children may not grow here, but you may reside until warmer days
Someday I'll thaw out and have the will to destroy you
I'll rise up and cast you upon the stones!
You may now sleem to the rush of my bloodstream,
But on a hotter day, you'll feel it all run cold

posted by Unknown @ 10:39 AM