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Small souls cast,

Upon ashen ground.

Here I lay,

Like broken glass,

Scattered around, a body and mind,

No longer bound.

Shards of darkness bloom,

Within the cracks that widen,

Between me and you.

A shadow looms

Within this heart, a fractured beat,

Yearns to pierce its dying womb.

Don’t try to rescue me from winter’s bite,

When it’s her chill that keeps me keen as the edge,

Of a knife.

In time we all bear her mark

Shards of darkness bloom,

Their thorns like glass rise up

Shield me from you,

When night takes root,

Obscures this heart, a fragile beat

Yearns to break its concrete tomb.

You try to rescue me from winter’s bite,

When it’s her chill that keeps me keen as the edge,

Of a knife.

You shun these cold reflections of death and life,

But it’s their chill that keeps me keen as the edge,

Of a knife.

Small souls cast,

Upon frozen ground,

Here I lay,

A world of glass,

Reflects the sound of a body and mind,

No longer bound