I feel so cold
no blankets to warm me
For what i been told
is what i'm about to see.

I feel so desperate
For someones love or attention
for my thoughts are animate
showing words but no affection.

I feel breaking in the heart
being pecked by a crows beak
knowing love can be a fine art
but the tears of the wise begin to leak.

I feel the evil in the eye
dragging me away from reality
for reasons i don't know why
but we are full of congeniality.

I feel the rain pouring drips
feeling the acid eat my skin
to the tea pot that partially tips
made out of a beautiful tin.

I feel the poison take advantage
as my eyes become a blur of sight
memories full of adage
as my soul lifts out into the night.

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