I was born inside the winter wind
The cold used to be my only friend
And as the night filled with sin
Shadows followed me with a grin
And a glare that pierced my skin
Within my bones would rattle
A frightened child thrown into battle
I was five and scared to death
Making clouds out of my breath
To hide in the fog that I had left
As the cold wind held me tight
I made friends with the night
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC
I was born inside the winter wind
The cold used to be my only friend
And as the night filled with sin
Shadows followed me with a grin
And a glare that pierced my skin
Within my bones would rattle
A frightened child thrown into battle
I was five and scared to death
Making clouds out of my breath
To hide in the fog that I had left
As the cold wind held me tight
I made friends with the night
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