I am cold. Oh so very cold. But how could this be? The sun is brightly shining. Could it be? was she right? Has the flame of my soul truly burned out? Darkness is all around. I can see but not really see. Listen but not hear. I feel I am being lifted up. By Angels...by fairies. Goodbye cruel world...goodbye...
Cold by happyhornyseal
Poetry » General Rated: K, English, Words: 65, Published: 4/8/2001