Cold

I’m so cold
As if my heart were made of darkened ice
Chiseled to pump sharpened shreds of doom through my veins

A shadow black and deadly
Lay within my icy caverns
Sending its chilled poison through my being
And I fear it has penetrated my soul

I can feel the winter closing in on me
My vision has been darkened
My hope has been killed
My grave awaits me

Will no one help me?
Am I to die
In this frozen hell?
Can no one light a loving flame
To melt my sculptured heart?
Will my worst fears be revealed as truth?

I’m so cold
So cold and alone
And dieing.

-10/16/02

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