I was always empty Intentionally cold 
An icy shore where no passionate love could ever grow

Hell in the form of frozen raging glaciers consumed my reclusive soul

I would never settle for emotions foolery for they always waged war within me 

All the blunt blood drip dropping from these frosted ruins

Was carved,crafted,and molded by traitors who tore and trespassed 

Always taking more than they could give 

I killed who I was to stay alive

Let my loving fire dissipate info fizzled tragedy 

To avoid the catastrophe in which we call the art of feeling 

Nothing lasts when vindictive tongues lash

They turn you then proclaim your the one to blame for this negativity game 



About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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