always cold
in bed I sleep
never my own heart to keep
darkness lurking
shadows pouring
out into my mind
driping from my mouth
those words that made me cringe
I hear; the whispers
chanting; broken words
once soaring through he clouds like birds
drop dead before my feet
every breath
every beat
is darker than it was before
death; at my door,
always warm
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