The winter flows through my veins,
As the chills pricked my spine,
The sound of eerie howl,
Makes me crawl and prowl.
Thy love is fake,
As so the thought is brewed,
And everlasting life to take,
The end is cruel.
So let the time flies,
Into the abyss thou shall flow,
As the scarlet sky dies,
My love goes below.
Let thy true self be revealed,
Unmasked the emotion of thy heart,
For as long as I live unveiled,
A hole exist in thy heart
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