Staring into cold eyes,
Tears of blood and a blackened heart.
Knitted into a web of pain,
Cold, frigid, barren of warmth…Is your touch.
Driven into the dark gaps and trenches of life,
Trapped, confused, lost and terrified
Cold is the look in your eyes.
A face sculpted by pain.
A heart scared, everyone felt through the body,
With every beat of your heart,
No way out, little to no time left.
No hope, dream, faith, courage……
Broken, broken, broken, broken…Is your body.
Deep into caves you hide, curled up waiting.
Waiting, waiting, waiting…you turn to dust.
The wind now tells your story.
Cold is your heart.
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