The Cold

The cold shoulder you give me

only burns with rage

and burns the ashes

through another page

Forming all of us into actors on a stage

Other than the fake reality we all live by,

we are useles...

we shed our skin and nothing is left.

the heart starts to bleed

in the heed of our need

but do not worry,

the heart is supposed to bleed..

no Purity is left

it is all defiled

we are left to helpe each other die

and kill the souls

of those

who have gone before us..

Unless of course,

they were already torn....

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