Warmer, Warmer, Cold

Each day I feel my heart grow colder
A bit more bitter a slight bit older
I wish and wish to the imaginary gods
I find my actions questionable and I find myself at odds
Sometimes they answer in the smallest of ways
I just wish I wish they'd take my pain away
Stranded and suffering and begging for signs
Given to me with most focused of eyes
Being me it is hard to see the signs that seem to fade
With each and every coldest day
And with each and every colder day I find myself just slip away.

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