5.Growing Colder
Growing colder
just slackness by my side
Years go by
and life has no sense
The light at the end of the tunnel
is getting weak as my soul
The creek of my youth
is frozen on these days
Weird and twisted thoughts
are crossing through my mind
plaguing my own, erasing my being
I can feel the frozen soil
burning under my feet
My chest, a nest of anguish
Oblivion, it's mercy for me
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