Death’s Impact
DEATH’S IMPACT
To some, it’s a she,
To them, it leaves a burning trail.
To some, it’s a he,
To them it leaves ice in its wake.
Lay a burning finger on my neck,
I’ll ignore you.
Trip me up and cut me with icicles,
I won’t scream.
Whisper dirty things in my ear,
I’ll get fired up.
Make my house creak,
You’ll chill me to the bone.
And this is where we differ.
I have only one appearance,
But many sides.
You have many visuals,
But only one motive.
(c) Spirited.Zoe
To some, it’s a she,
To them, it leaves a burning trail.
To some, it’s a he,
To them it leaves ice in its wake.
Lay a burning finger on my neck,
I’ll ignore you.
Trip me up and cut me with icicles,
I won’t scream.
Whisper dirty things in my ear,
I’ll get fired up.
Make my house creak,
You’ll chill me to the bone.
And this is where we differ.
I have only one appearance,
But many sides.
You have many visuals,
But only one motive.
(c) Spirited.Zoe