This cold, hard ground
Is not cold enough for my care
The surface is rough with no texture
But the air contains a warmth I do not need
My mistakes of the past still haunt me
As I lay restlessly without a sound
One tiny movement of the eye,
One shallow breath is enough
Enough for my demise to soon come
Laying here frozen, on the cold ground
Blood is mixed with tears from my own pain
I want to escape but all I will do is fall
Fall back on the cold, hard ground
As my blood once more flows
Never stopping, cold like the white snow
Only seen to be left forgotten
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