I’ve never been so cold
While lying next to you
I’ve lost that hand to hold
You watch my skin turn deathly blue
I am the venison
Left unwanted after the hunt
Still warm, sensitive
Dying in the cold front
I only wish I freeze peaceful
The snow covers me white
My death comes so blissful
As the moon overtakes the night
The hunters have left to kiss their women
Hug their kids and sleep soundly
While my decayed body is unwritten
And my spirit is ungrounded
Doe of the night,
Wisting away in the wind
The soul of The Taken takes flight
And finds his own ending
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
I’ve never been so cold
While lying next to you
I’ve lost that hand to hold
You watch my skin turn deathly blue
I am the venison
Left unwanted after the hunt
Still warm, sensitive
Dying in the cold front
I only wish I freeze peaceful
The snow covers me white
My death comes so blissful
As the moon overtakes the night
The hunters have left to kiss their women
Hug their kids and sleep soundly
While my decayed body is unwritten
And my spirit is ungrounded
Doe of the night,
Wisting away in the wind
The soul of The Taken takes flight
And finds his own ending
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