Icy Death.

by Teria   Feb 8, 2008


Icy Death.

Troublesome nights,
feeble minded fights.

Eye's set on fire,
for lust's desire.

Hands locked with hands,
give me one more chance.

Words aren't enough,
and you're not tough.

An icy death is waiting,
for the of awaking.

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