Darkness
coldness
so quiet
turning
to reach out
falling deep
to despair
reaching out
searching everywhere
for something
anything
to grasp
feeling heat
your presence
brings light.
Help me
from my doom
don’t let me drop
. Hold me.
Your eyes
watch me
with coldness.
Why so cold?
What have I done?
begging not to let go
pleading with my life
falling...
no.
into a dizzy state.

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