I can feel the breath of cold death upon my shivering cheeks,
My convulsions stop and life is far from reach, dark and bleak,
These tears, they run warm but they never fall to the ground,
Frozen on my face to mark what was once life, never found,

Numb to the sun that shines down upon my coiled form,
I remain forsaken in the shadows as a child ignored and shorn,
This thin blanket of hope, weaved of faith, numb hands hold,
Grasping for a little light, a little warmth from this deafening cold,

You don't see me here, wrapped in my hope, it's all I have left,
I watch as you walk by and ignore my pleas, I cry and take a breath,
Stiff fingers ease from their grasp, their goes hope, it's gone,
Faithless, I cry, waiting for life to die, I am, and always will be, alone.

 
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