Claptrap

Frost, twisting snakelike upon a once beaten path.
Halter words once spoken to the ear of Aether.
Secrets. Taint the warmest of heart.
This is all counterfeit.
Created illusions to deceive the mind.
A claptrap of sorts.

Mind Games.

Rifle trifle words stained from the birds.
Wings.
A heart to exclaim.
Falsities, Lies, Denies.
Cries For days.
A soulless heart torn from flesh.
A heartless soul laid to rest.
Mind games. Stop.
I won't sort wires
or conspire to follow you through the snow.