I AM COLD:
COLDER THAN THE WIND'S BLOW.
MY TOUCH IS ICE,
AND I BEAR THE CURSE OF IT.

I AM CHILLED,
AND YET I FEEL NOTHING.
MY HEART HAS FROZEN,
AND MY NUMBNESS HAS DULLED MY PAIN.

I AM DYING AND THE WORLD CAN'T
EXIST WITH MY EXISTANCE; I HAVE BEEN
RIPPED APART AND TORN TO PIECES
AND TORTURED 'TIL I SCREAM.

I AM DEAD
ICE-BLUE EYES STARING STRAIGHT
MY PULSE IS GONE,
AND THERE IS NO MORE.
 
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