Feral winds dreams do become,
Killers of mystified souls,
Currents of ice destroy those unaware,
Of the reason hearts sleep now so deathly cold.

Icicles sharp grow within lonely spirits,
Awaiting the heartbeat shaking them free,
To drain eyes’ colour and set free to destroy,
The shell of their hearts and their dangling key.

Perceptive hostility capturing many,
Escape do these weak through the very first door,
Passing to chambers of their hopeless souls,
Incessant voids forevermore.

 
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