The world is ice
Melting upon fire
A growing vice
A hidden desire
It's not so nice
And ever so dire
Retire
And sleep
The meek
Must seek
An end to the torment
For a moment
And rest
Attest
And find yourself
The world is dying
And I'm left alive
Why?
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC
The world is ice
Melting upon fire
A growing vice
A hidden desire
It's not so nice
And ever so dire
Retire
And sleep
The meek
Must seek
An end to the torment
For a moment
And rest
Attest
And find yourself
The world is dying
And I'm left alive
Why?
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