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Cold

Life was just a passing tone.

By Broken WallsPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I never knew how cold it was

As the wind would bite my face

The world would darken as windows shut

And I'd feel out of place

The air feels stiff and I am too

No warmth is there at all

And as the darkness will consume

So I will slowly fall

Cold, Cold. Dying slowly

I feel like it was unfair

Cold, Cold. Dying slowly

The poison in that cold, dark air.

Out of breath and barely breathing

Life will leave my soul

The world just cannot start reheating

Or at least that's what I'm told

Life was just a passing tone

It didn't fit the chord

The black before and after it

Is what I can afford

Cold, Cold. Dying slowly

I feel like it was unfair

Cold, Cold. Dying slowly

The poison in that cold, dark air.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Broken Walls

I don't really know what I'm doing; I'm starting to think that maybe that's okay.

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