Cold Death
icy platinum double bladed
through the thick night stealth
darkened sheets of eve faded
it starts with little jabs
in a blink of an eye
cross my cheek and abs
blood stained I cry
no defense I find
it comes in for the kill
now from behind
through my rib cage ..i can’t feel
what I believe to be cold platinum
is the warm life flowing from me
who is this bedlam
face down no worries I am free
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