 | My blood runs cold trickling down my arm,
I’m numb and grey and dead all over,
I don’t feel the warmth of life, not once,
Until the blood hits the tips of my fingers.
Warm shivers run all the way up my arm,
Up to my neck, my mouth, my lips,
And once more again, I take a breath of life,
The heart starts to pump the blood again.
The angel comes before me so softly,
Her lips caress mine, my mind on fire,
And with her love; I’ve never felt so alive,
Until she fades out into the dark shadows.
The blood in my body rushes to my arm,
The gaping wound in it left unhealed,
My vision fades and my eyelids close,
Consciousness fades into the shadows.
And again I die for the second time now,
I feel cold, numb, empty and dead,
With the blood running down my arm again,
The light in the corner, a dying hope… |  |
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