Dead
By Nightling
I'm cold, I'm so cold.
No point to it all,
when I can't feel. I must've died and
this is my hell, Why can't I get warm?
I just want to be warm. If only I felt...
anything, Oh sweet death...
Awake again? Shaking
in the cold and praying... A fading dream of
warmth. waiting... for me. |
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