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Colder than ice,
But sweating from every pore,
As if I'm harboring poltergeists,
Deep within my core.

Hypothermia starts to settle,
Deep within my chest,
Rib cage of black ice,
From my immoral guest.

I see the smoke rising
from my frozen breath,
A vapor filled embodiment,
Of the possessing death.

Hearing the whispers call,
To my suicidal tendencies,
Loading the pistol
feel it against me teeth

I feel my psyche cracking,
Beneath all the weight,
Of a dark passenger,
Turning me to what I hate.

Hearing the whispers call,
To my suicidal tendencies,

Surrender all ambitions,
And bite the bullet now,
At least I have this little voice,
To stop and show me how.

Cold steel exorcism
One shot to put me down
Cold steel exorcism
One shot to put me down

Flowing out the back of my head,
a feeling of true warmth

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