Forbidden lies, loud cries.

POEMS i made up of how i feel.


4. Cold

I sit in the dark sad and cold

hoping one day ill be good like gold

being so cold makes me numb, making me feel awfully dumb.


As cold as ice and falling like dice, 

catching a path as grey as mice,

coldness follows me leaving me numb

demons have me at the tip of there thumb.

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