What happens when you leave a heart in the cold?
Well, this is my story and how it is told.
The insanity and anger threw me out, alone.
So, slowly, my entire-being is turned to stone.
I shiver on the outside in the snow.
And on the inside, im frozen I know.
My heart is ice, never will it leak.
For fear it will leave me on my knees; weak.
I take the cold and make it my own.
On these wings of ice I have flown.
I accept the frozen earth under my feet.
The cold is my fortress, snow falling in sheets.
I've become as cold of a person as cold can get.
I dont want to change, I like it where I'm at.
This is what the cold does, changes, manipulates.
Opens a few doors and closes yet more gates.
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