MiaCharlize
Coroner
This is an old poem I found on the comp. Wrote it around the age of 16 I think, but it could have been before or after.
The Cold
Cold is creepin’ up my back
Hair is standing up my neck
Feel I’m slowly losing track
Can’t gain control and can’t go back
Eyes’re heavily fluttering shut
Light is drawing and so hot
Feel the pressure of my blood
Pulsing through the deepest cut
Fingers stiff and cold as ice
Brain has never felt so wise
Bravely done my exercise
Now I have to pay the price
Conscious finally getting lost
Never more will I trust
Don’t wanna go there but I must
Always failed to be the best
The Cold
Cold is creepin’ up my back
Hair is standing up my neck
Feel I’m slowly losing track
Can’t gain control and can’t go back
Eyes’re heavily fluttering shut
Light is drawing and so hot
Feel the pressure of my blood
Pulsing through the deepest cut
Fingers stiff and cold as ice
Brain has never felt so wise
Bravely done my exercise
Now I have to pay the price
Conscious finally getting lost
Never more will I trust
Don’t wanna go there but I must
Always failed to be the best