Okay, here we go. This ones a little more recent, but still somewhat dark. My muse seems to like them like that. And although you don't need to know this to understand the poem, just in case anyone is wondering, "Invierno" is Spanish for winter.
Alright, here it is. I'd love to know what you guys think of this one.
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~Invierno~
It begins as a cold breeze
whispered like a secret in your ear,
snaking shivers down your spine.
Then, it becomes a chilling caress
in the dead of night.
Frost-bitten fingers on your throat that begin to squeeze…
and squeeze, choking out every last forgotten sob.
The cold surrounds you completely & muffles your strangled cries.
It’s an icy wet blanket that smothers you,
steals your breath & tries to penetrate your defenses,
to consume you from within.
It seeps first through your eyes to extinguish the light inside.
Eventually they frost over, lifeless.
The tears you never cried have frozen stiff.
Then it moves on to take root in your mind
where it steals every last vestige of warmth in your thoughts,
leaving behind an empty room, shuttered & numb.
It continues on through your chest were it’s icy grip squelches the fire in your heart.
The blood in your veins runs cold… then stops completely.
Finally it settles somewhere deep in the very pit of your stomach.
It’s hard, cold weight sucking you down into a standstill.
Frozen in the mire of your own self loathing.
"Words are sweet whisperings. Sentences are foreplay. Paragraphs are incarnations of carnal desires and fiction is the grand climax." ~ Sway Slayer
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This is a poem I wrote a little more than two years ago when I was in a much darker place emotionally, so it's a bit depressive. It's where my name came from actually. So here goes.
it's a little sad but I like it very much. Good work 
I love it that you all took the time to let me know what you think though. I know I for one don't always let people know how much I like what I'm reading much as I should, so that means a lot to me. So, individually:
Thank you and, yes more soon, Stace. Promise. Oh, and gotta love your sig. Must go find and read that story now. 
Thanx! And since I love the gloomy, broody stuff too, I've got another coming. Also, because I'm nosy like that I have to ask, am I making a gross misinterpretation, or does your sig say your banana dances for smut?
Thanks though. More coming.