Coldness

Thu, 04/14/2016 - 15:38 -- kenii99

Coldness is all I feel as my blood drips from the blade in my hand.  I watch how my blood freeze and as it drains out. I can feel myself turning into nothing but a hollow body covered in bloody ice.  All the cuts I have on me doesn't hurt because I feel no pain, I can only embrace the cold. My body is numb as the blood running through my veins turns into ice.I grabbed and looked at the bloody blade and noticed it breaking. The more I stab, the more blood drips and the more i turn into ice.  This coldness no one can beat because in the end you turn in to nothing but a hollow body, a hollow body frozen in the coldness.

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