Warm Words on Cold
Silver knife,
Sharpens quill to write my life,
Dip in blood,
Dip in heart,
Dip into my very soul,
To catch mood,
To impart,
To write before turning cold,
In twilight,
Candlelight,
I record my seething darkness,
For warm words,
Scrawling out my soul’s coldness

Gloom
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