I feel the cold,
Death is apparent,
I slash my soul,
I am losing control,
I am hated amongst the people,
I’m loved by me ,
Like no one cares,
If I die or I’m alive,
It takes two people to save my life,
And one to take it,
I’m still so cold,
Its death coming to me,
I shall die alone,
In this broken zone.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
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