Unreality

by Ky the Irish Pikey

The inability to feel anything of your surroundings; hot, cold, passion, love...Probably gets to you, after a while. Legolas angsty stuff.

Unreality

KayteUnfading

(A/N: Yes, before you ask, I did have another late night when I came up with the concept for this poem. It's sort of like an elaboration on Remember, I think that's what it's called; just that the perfection of Elves and their forever, and inability to feel cold or die, I think that'd be horribly depressing. Yes, this was written as a slashy poem – but as no names are mentioned, pretend whatever you want. The third verse. LOL Yeah…it's bad, but enjoy anywho =^^=)

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In the deep cold chill of winter

I add not to my garb;

I feel not the knifepoints of frost

That prick you like hard barb

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I sense not what is close to me;

I see only far away

I show no mercy in my killing for

I'll live another day

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I feel not the love of your
Fingers twined with mine

Don't catch the romance of my heart

Beating against thine

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I see not why you've stubble

Nor why you blush, you cry

Don't know why you know not my language

Nor where your dead now lie

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I weep not for those who've left

I've seen so many leave

I taste not what you taste

Don't believe what you believe

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Yet I wonder what it is to be cold

Wonder what it is to feel

To be mortal, to be finite

What it is… to be real.