Cold

It’s cold 

Against your body 

The blood

Doesn’t flow here

It’s strange 

That I should do this now 

I saw

Many others before me

Dead now

From the thing that empowers me

Me next

Oh please tell me now 

I feel

Your fingertips cold and grey

Your death

Was too soon my dear 

But I

Shall join you there forever 

In my

Hand is the only tool

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