In this world of raging winter
The cold is all I know.
Seeing how I bare my soul
with every breath I blow.
Frost is now my only friend
as it viciously nips my nose.
Sullying my inner child
as it tears through inferred clothes.
Yet my heart thrives on this endless cold,
feeling adept in deaths embrace.
Being but the coldest thing
In all this frozen place.
In this world of raging winter,
the cold is all I know.
Touched by none, I greedily accept
the warm embrace of storms and snow.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
In this world of raging winter
The cold is all I know.
Seeing how I bare my soul
with every breath I blow.
Frost is now my only friend
as it viciously nips my nose.
Sullying my inner child
as it tears through inferred clothes.
Yet my heart thrives on this endless cold,
feeling adept in deaths embrace.
Being but the coldest thing
In all this frozen place.
In this world of raging winter,
the cold is all I know.
Touched by none, I greedily accept
the warm embrace of storms and snow.
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