Cold
it’s growing cold
woe
of something old
the only comfort of living this nightmare
is knowing it’s only a dream
seized with terror
vacant gaze
weilding sabor
toxic haze
drawing nearer
raising blade
body’s weaker
it’s too late
lost
another soul
long
eternal woe
can I accept this existence of darkness
am I condemned to this hole
anticipation for death that’s unending
will I ever be whole