There's a shiver that i feel from the inside out,
A cold winter that leaves trails of frost bite on my heart,
It's not shattered but i believe its frozen shut,
I can't love, i can't feel, i can't breathe,
I lay a prisoner to my own body,
A slave to the voices that roar in the night,
Those words….those words,
They spring life from the death of me,
They seek the truth of eternity.
When did you write this?
ReplyDeletelol the other day. August 24th.
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