Stiff Cold

Scared of who I really was haunted your dreams.
Frightened by the truth, gleams through the bleakness of your eyes. Shimmering in your imagination.
Golden in what you call reality.
Things you told yourself shattered your realization to come. Slaughter your heart.
You shame me. Scorned and burdens.
Sailing through hell.
You lined my cloud.
Slap me if you will.
Kick me. Torture me.
In the end, you still failed.
I am no longer yours.
Standing the thought of that has deconstructed your mind.
Your hopes of being helpless forever are gone.
The virus is slowly slipping through your veins.
Tempt me no more.
The rest is on you.
Feed your face.
-Soul of Aly

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