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the coldest hell (Free verse) by skaskowski

the coldest hell is whispering your name into and empty ear unlistening, This old familiar fear becomes reality... the coldest hell is satin in a fireplace, a baby born in outer space, forgetting a beloved face... wasted. the coldest hell, the oldest hell is waking up to nothing but pain that quickly muffles the chirping birds and rising sun, a dying day that won't begin... The Coldest Hell is when you start to hate me piece by piece, and withering, i do not have the strength to stand from knees. .. The coldest hell for me would be if you told me goodbye, but your Heaven might be the same...

anonymous 4-Jul-01/12:24 AM
Social Parody and Voluntary are much better than this.




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