The Cold Core


The dusk turns, the sun low and gone
Sleep, sleep till dawn
The cold flame of sadness burns
Soul wet with tears, laden with oil
Catches ablaze
Stop it, yes
But the icy singe remains

Forever trapped, always free
Never-ending epiphanies
Good
Bad
One and the same
Yet
Regret
Gone, the innocence of youth
Heart never again to beat in time

Apologies a'plenty
Many more in store
Heavy heart to shadows
Shall speak of this no more

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