Winter...
That reoccurring theme running through my soul.
Deadening my heart and stilling my will.
Mad and frost bitten I plea for deaths final embrace.
As the season pushes onward
Spring never coming soon enough,
Never warming the core.
As I sit in silence watching the snow,
I see myself falling further into freezing.
I see useless hands blackened and dead.
I thought these fingers...
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