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The fire, Your blazing eyes
Gone with a coldness I despise
The ice cave,
the piercing cold
If you're warmer
the deeper it penetrates
You're a lifeless husk without your raging soul.
What is infinite? The greed of men
And greed is what drove you then
To get something no one should have
The price is something only you could have
Your heart so pure
It was made out of gold
But I've been told you traded that
gold heart for stone
You made the fires of hell burn bright
Now you slave there for the rest of your life
I hear you have regretted it
But it's too late now
Your heart so pure
It was made out of gold
But I've been told you traded that
gold heart for stone
You sold your soul and it's over now
Now you're trapped in here
No longer the music you can hear
You work all day but don't sleep at night
Even the moonlight laughs at your plight
Your heart so light
It was made out of blood
But I've been told you traded that
red heart for white
YOU ARE READING
Assorted
Poesia|Rules make up| |For what society lacks| |Break the rules and| |We will go back.| I do not own most of the pictures shown, BUT I do make all the poetry. Please don't be a dick and plagiarize. -ASSORTED POETRY-
