I’m Cold To Die | Poem

I’m cold to die,

I’m fire to live,

I’m surviving the world,

Yet, you tingle my nerves,

And, you get darkness,

I’m of darkness,

Deathra, I can’t sleep,

I’m craving for pain,

Yet, no blood is left,

Just words are becoming you.



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