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Whispering in small, invisible voices Strange and mysterious Opportunities pass me by Like the scintillating snowflakes falling from the sky That melt when they touch the skin Leaving the sensation of regret and of guilt As a chilly, deathly wind blows These snowflakes fall into the soiled snow Piled high, covering the entire street This graveyard of opportunities Ignored and unseen. Upon this snow, stands a snowman With a furry coat, a colourful hat And a big, comical smile on his face For a moment, light reflects off his surface Sunlight,as it manages to briefly escape the clouds All around, A dazzling yellow glow For me it my be a symbol of hope Yet for the snowman it spells his death. But still he got his chance in the end To have lived, to be content and happy Unlike me And unlike the homeless man that shivers on the bench Whose only protection is a tattered blanket. The snowflakes fall down like his invisible tears His face contorted, teeth clenched, in...

Note:  This poem is inspired by the 2004 song Vermilion by the band Slipknot.  The lyrics were written by bassist Paul Gray who passed away on May 24, 2010. I dedicate these verses to him Note (2):  The original track talked about a man who is in love with an illusory woman . But he cannot  make make her real. In this case I re-made the story; a man is sexually attracted to a woman but she wants him to adore her. So the composition deals with him trying to turn his lust into love. She seems undressed in all the figments Of past fantasies So transparent yet so adorable She continues to be it Creamy soft hands that press Against my thigh and my chest Enter the night that I tried to become hers Forever Ohhh, she's the only one that makes me whole She is everything and more The antonym of satanic My Cleopatra bathed in temptation She is lust to me I get nervous, my superficiality hinders At the sight of her purity It's now or never I'm becoming her...

Absenteeism was always in her to-do-list Still I met her in my dreams With a welcoming passionate kiss Or so it seems Hope my wife doesn't find out Secrecy isn't sin But one night I'm sure she'll ask Where I've been Been a long time And I'm still lying for her sweet bliss Just the sound of her heart beating makes me rhyme Where art thou My Mistress? I shouldn't hold another woman like this But I'm tempted Just wish that from all sins of adultery I'm exempted She's not only the fire Also the breeze That keeps the flames alive Or so it seems...

She looks at me as if As if she wants to get inside Without even contemplating of what is Inside her hazel eyes Slowly I burn In her craze She just sits there without a word I stand in her craze My heart pounds It is alive again Making silly sounds Readying me for heaven And that Raven hair So long and so sexy With skin milky fair I am obliged to let her drown me...