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Something Cold
Silence of new light
That cuts and brings
Death to shadows all the same
Take a bit
Keep it close
Here it comes
The gloom always rises
The window lowers
The night brings the flow
Here comes to steal me
Raking fingers
At my chest
Still it stays
Like fire fingered death
Seeping rivers
Weeping red
Pour my sight
Chase the sound
Of simple quiet that kills regret
Still my soul fills with something cold
Shake me free
My drowning keeps
No signs
No morning again
Pleasing i
Kills the eyes
Still living lies
That smother my heart
