coldbluebody

my hot body
in the mould
I can feel it
getting cold

lost between
space and time
I am stuck here
find no rhyme

made of ice and
made of steel
I don't know just
what I feel

cold blue body
turning 'round
thought I heard a
cracking sound

what's the answer?
where's te clue?
I will never
be like you

caught the body!
turned it 'round!
I can hear a
cracking sound

lost the ground
lost the ground

Author's Note: I know it's a strange poem, it's got a strange rhythm and the story
seems to be total nonsense... Anyways, my poems are mostly about feelings /
moods and I was in a particularly strange mood when I wrote it ;o)