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I lay cold

And I can still see that sickening face I once held

In the freeze growing over my heart

I feigned remorse

The torment in my soul

I purged my empty fabled sorrow

With hand in hand encased

And death, the only seed you’d sown

My wrists were bare

As I buried you below this baron soil, choking further

This malice I’ve endured

Projections of my putrid soul

Now I lay cold