Hands are heavy, eyelids weak.
Bones are lead, mouth stiff to speak
Cold are breaths, Ice to touch
Finger, Toe, won't matter much
Cold can burn as bad as fire
And heavy hearts can injure too
Lack of sleep can hold no match
To candles standing in the dark.
Body weary, head thick with thoughts
Eyes close for seconds maybe more...
Lids flash open, heart does rage
Tears run down my face
Passion, Desire like fire burns
But little do we learn
That feeling less can really hurt
That Cold, it too, does burn
That fire quick it leaps about
burning all it touches
But cold it seeps into the bone
and rots away the structure
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