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COLD

These are my final words that I write to thee. 
For the time has come that we end this charade as the hour grows late. 
I feel your ire for me, and I know that you sense my hate. 
Round and Round it flows, a river of molten lava dissolves our fate

In malicious hollow tones you once said to me
You are nothing though the word fails to indicate
The feelings raging inside of me, as I recall our last debate
Round and Round it snows, a blanket of frozen water absolves our state

Once I could’ve loved you, though that is no longer the case
Shadows they comfort me, in my own tragedy

I could exist for you, that’s the way you think 
As parts of my soul into the depths they dissipate
Concealing the truth behind humor and wine
Harsh words you said to me, helped seal your fate

When we first met, aggression was not part of my act
The clock upon the wall, shows that time is passing us by 
I sense a chill as I see the color of your eyes fade
Candlelight permeates the gloom within the room

Once I could’ve loved you, though that is no longer the case
Shadows they comfort me, in my own tragedy

Stare at the glass of wine, wonder if they will find
Traces of the phytolaca Americana
I raise a glass to toast your life
As I watch it slip from your grasp

Winter has gloved us within its fiery grasp
As I awoke this morn, I pondered your discord
As I prepared the herbs from the garden