Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


I let you be the monster,
Sitting in shadows as I danced.
Panic creeping into your
Black forest heart, you would someday
Shut me away in the mania that
Birthed this bastard of a being.
There is no coldness in hell,
But your soul possesses no warmth
And so an ice storm I accept.


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