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Slowly crawling up my spine
fingers of ice splinter and crack
searching for a love of mine
long relinquished on the rack
icy fingers whom I malign
scar their sign across my back
searching for a hidden shrine
as they dredge, I must resign

Boiling blood and surging hate
fill the void they once forgot
hastefully, I take the bait
delicious worm tastes of rot
no escape from this fate
worthless waste all for naught
nevermore shall they wait
picked the lock on fury’s gate

Melting hands wash away
all the peace I claim to hold
frozen fingers point the way
urged to follow and remold
heart and soul both decay
flames of rage uncontrolled
burning flames I must obey
as my skies turn to grey.