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Old Cold

I dwell in the inner most part of my being.
A place that is not believed upon seeing.
I can’t account for the things I’ve done.
Lost in the fire underneath a burning sun.
You breathed less than you spoke.
Your bitching and whining made life a joke.
These hellish thoughts your mind has fought.
Made me wish that it was I hung on that cross.

I will remember your words as they were before.
As I laid with dreams of darkness, it seemed…

…OLD.

These are your feelings of regret.
Come to take my life full of shit.
Can’t take the pain of it all.
To know I was unable to heed the call.
“Soon it will be over”, the words that were said.
Consorting with demons inside my head.
I can say that it was all my fault.
But your the one that died and left me to fall apart.

I will remember your soul as part of your whole.
As I lay in dreams of darkness, it seems…

…COLD.

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