Ice cold

Livin my life, tryin to get through this thing that is called my life.
So cold that ice seems warmer. I walk in a never ending space
Of darkness. Coldness seeps into my skin. Warmth is a dream
That’s too far to reach. Why reach for a dream when I can sit
Alone in my nightmares? As the smoke rolls out of my mouth
It stings the tip of my tongue. I try to forget all memories of her.
My heart beat is quiet almost dead. I sit in a room with no walls or
Light. A door is in front of me. I do not know where it leads. This door
Holds something behind it. As I open the door I see….





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