The creature of the Cold,
I'm melting-
Drop by drop.
Whatever I'm here for-
It's never gonna stop.
I listen to the noise-
Forever and again.
As slowly as it goes-
I'm spending time in vain.
Imagining the ice,
Imagining the storm...
I'm never thinking twice:
I don't live- I perform.
You notice all the truth
As fast as you deserve.
You're spending your own youth
On swinging on the nerves.
Admit it- you are blind.
Embrace it- you are cursed.
You're never gonna find
Until your all is lost.
Cold
© Copyright: Серафима Пронина, 2018
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