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Frozen child
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Death Wheeping beneath a blue moon sky,
I bite my lip to cease the cries.
Frozen toes sit numbly in the snow,
my tears turn to crystal as the arctic wind blows.
A gaping hole in my chest bleed out onto the ground,
pure white flakes are stained now a deep red.
A silent beat breaks the through my howls.
Whispering souls wonder aimlessly around,
Touching my hand to comfort this lonely girl.
My ears adjust, and the beat grows strong,
My heart lays dead, though still beating, on the ground.
A couress it with my flemsy hands,
Begging to the lord for it to heal again.
He says:
"There are too many scars,
There is no hope now.
Go take a bath, and let you life go."
My grows wide, and then turn to black.
I am being lead, straight to my death.
I enter the steaming pond and turn right to ice,
my body sinks down, with no sign of life.
