Will not admit to my shadows
My ghostlike essence eating, tearing away at my heart
Invisible air seeping through cold winter nights
My heart has stopped beating and has been frozen solid
For later discovery, To be poked and prodded
The study of a human heart gone sour
She was so afraid of this The
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                                 mb
                                         ling
                                                            ­ down
                                                            ­ward
Until all the snow would pile on top and bury her alive
Deep down inside she had hope someone would find her