Re-Write Icy Coffin

An Icy Coffin - September 11, 2008

A car is buried,
Beneath snow and ice,
With moonlight,
Seeping though,
The breaks in the snow,

Within this igloo,
An eerie silence,




Green,
flashes
12:00 O’clock,

This radio,
Is lost in time,



Your hand reaches,
Forward in guidance,
And turns a knob,
Awaiting that soft click,

The hiss of no reception,

With the Frost built up,
On your joints,
You slowly move your hand,
To the tuning knobs,

Searching,
For the song,
That may be,
Your last,
air wave.


An Icy Coffin July 26th 2008
A car is buried,
Under snow and ice,
With moonlight,
Seeping though,

Inside,
The radio is silent,
But glowing,
Green,
Awaiting instructions,

A hand reaches,
Forward,
a soft click,

Slowly,
Turning the knobs,

Searching,
is the only option now,
For the dead mans,
Last song,