Prince of Wolves

c o l d

i can't move.

the cold.

it leaves no exit.

i yearn for warmth.

i get none.

the cold is unbearable.

it touches every part of me.

the cold.

and i wonder,

is

this

what

it

feels

like

to

die?

i wonder.

i wonder if i'm supposed to feel so empty,

so cold.

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