Cold

There is something I cannot control
There is something I cannot face

This part of me, taking over
The other side of me.

She smiles wickedly
and yields a knife in her hands

I look in horror, as she cuts me up alive
Laughing at her pleasure | languishing in my pain

She takes away my beating heart
Chewing it in her jaws | fainting from blankness

She cuts splits my face into two
And traces the knife across my left eye towards my cheeks

She disappears into the darkness
As I lay disfigured, dead and cold.

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Published:
1.12.09 / 3pm
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