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The feel of your cold skin against my warm hand,
Makes me realize that you are no more.~

The dark and diluted blood surrounds your lonely corpse,
How can the moon reflect such sins?
I try to run from the fears and all of the lies,
But, I just seem to run from myself.

I remember, when the sun bathed all of us,
In heavenly rays, and lovely winds,
We could all touch the warmth of the breeze,
I wish, that we could go back to those days.

But when, I see, the blood covering the cold earth,
I wish that, I hadn't, touched your dead cheek.

Sitting and shivering all over, I wait for a miracle,
Hoping that someone will come and help,
Hoping for the touch of a gentle stranger,
I can only touch the freezing earth.

I lay right next to your freezing cold corpse,
Hoping that things will end up alright and safe.
Just once more, I touch your cheek, to see if you're alive,
But you don't move, and refuse to breathe.

The feel of your cold skin against my warm hand,
Makes me realize that you are no more.
As the cold surrounds and engulfs me,
I reach towards my cheek and touch my own tears