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 Leave a tip for this poet? Mishi has chosen to ask for tips. Any donation is made directly to this poet, and is greatly appreciated.
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