Cold-blooded soul

Cold-blooded soul,
Blackening heart,
Within the hole,
A dark piece of art.

Upon these wings,
Silver metal and cold,
Tied down by steal rings,
So ancient and old.

Such dark poetry,
Such a dark mind,
Trying to say simply
How they wish to find.

Find it hard to breath,
Find it hard to walk,
On our knees we grieve,
And we choke when we talk.

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i dont really have a title for this because i dont think i ever finished it. haha