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Cold…

        Wishing you were bold,

        Numb from the cold,

        No shelter to be found.

        With no source of heat,

        The cold can’t be beat,

        Freezing on the ground.



Numb…

        With no need to feel,

        The cold gladly steals,

        All coherent thought.

        Wishing you could keep,

        From entering the sleep,

        But you’re already caught.



Sleep…

        The world fades away,

        To night from shining day,

        Life’s last light is used.

        And death comes to take,

        That which you forsake,

        The life that you abused.



Death…

        There is nothing to do,

        The life has turned blue,

        Time to travel on.

        Death hefts his scythe,

        Leaves for another life,

        And the cold is gone.