Cold
Cold...
Like the ground beneath after late autumn rain
Cold...
Like flesh drenched from the storm
Cold...
Like the blustering snow that welcomes in the winter
Cold...
Like the icy chill of a blinding blizzard, engulfing the world in white
Cold...
As the hand that I touch, and I bid You good-bye
Cold...
As the heart You posess that tore Me apart with deception
Cold...
As the stone on You grave that I lean on, and pray for some guidance
Cold...
As the bodiless void that lies in My soul after all that I've dealt with
The absence of life
The violence of death
The pain of a lie
The hurt with each breath
The venomous hate
The anger so bold
All of these things
Have left Me so Cold
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Am I the reason you breathe? Or am I the reason you cry?
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Spare Me Three Last Words
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