I am the cold

You hide from in you bed

I am the words we said

The path we tread

I gleam with a discontent

So radiant 

it shuns the sun

To that cold dark place

Where this hell

 had all begun

I am the cold,

The shiver,

The chill, You dread

That comes with thought

Upon the nights we spent

Crafting this

The pain we sought

For what else could've

Came from a love

Sewn in sin

I fell

 for the chaos of instinct

My worst mistake

Was letting You in.

Time and again

And again

And again....

◄ No Sound

Experience ►


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