Battles


Lying here in this still world,
loneliness surrenders my heart.
The battle continues of life and death.
But, who cares who wins right?
Both have settled in my brain,
nothing will ever be the same.
Lights go dim.
I knew death was winning.
My time is coming to an end.
Time to let go.
Slowly ice cuts coldly through my skin.
I know I am gone,
only ice to be left alone.

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