My heart it’s so cold it burns. It burns, but not like fire. My finger tips so numb the burn is a pain that cannot be explained. She stared into the devil’s eyes and said I’d rather burn in your gates of hell than to die in your frozen spell. I’m not a queen, your queen of frost-bitten loneliness! You’ve taken my trust, and I cannot speak! I can’t be honest, I’m just too fucking weak. I break everything around me, everyone can see! You’ve made me your train wreck in your own tragic mess. You violated my soul and tortured it until it left! I now sit here empty in your fucking mess. Every time I chose just me, you dangle the light of happiness in front of me. Give me back my soul. Let me wake up from this nightmare, you have me stuck on a loop. You let him love me and just as I was believing in it; you took him, poof. Your deep red eyes they don’t scare me, the pain you caused is the same pain you’ve trapped me in. I’ve felt it at age seven. Snuck in like God coming down from heaven. I’m done with the evil you have handed down. Don’t touch me, your touch is disgust! You’ve allowed me to be a disgrace that I can no longer face! So stop with the slow freezing pain! I’d rather die in your fire, demon! Let me burn quick. Let me burn in your fire. Cause compared to your frostbite, your blaze of fire ain’t shit.

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