The Cold

The Cold

In this fake world we all strive for happiness and peace but behind the veils of our friendly smiles we are all dual faced monsters who lose control and show their true colors every now and then.
The cold permanently resides in my soul
making me shiver at times it loses control
it travels through my veins leaving me numb
freezing me entirely with nothing to succumb
keeps getting colder and there's no way it could melt
killing all emotions and things i once felt
it has turned me into a monster that i never knew
A monster who preys on his own crew

© Mishi - 08-31-20-05:57 AM


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21 year old imaginative dreamer. Persuing English literature as a major. Torn between going on adventures or hiding in a room full of books. Somewhat a singer too ? [More]...
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