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Cold.
Is the blood within my veins.
Is the heart which lays within.
Is the tears that lay upon my cheek.
Is the world that stares with vacant eyes.
Sadly.
My tortured life still remains.
My peace of mind has grown too thin.
My voice is too depressed to speak.
My eyes stare into my demise.
Nothing.
Can break the bonds of my chains.
Can end the world and cease its spin.
Can save the poor and help the weak.
Can hide the pain behind my eyes.
Stop.
The sky from crying desperate rains.
The showing the people what they might have been.
The strong from walking on the meek.
The rich from muting the children's cries.