I spoke over the cool breath reaching through the faltering sky line.
It was like an open sore, frost bit and numbing to the cold reaching cool pain.
Your looks reflected into my empty,empty being.
Scratching away, away the burning images in my mind. I cant help be believe I was to blame.
Over and over again I cant start to think this could be the last time, last, time I believe.
I should of smiled and begged like hell, only to amuse that demon in you.
Should of smiled and begged like hell, to try and get a piece of you.
You were the weakness that caused you to be grouped like all the rest.
Let it go, it's time you see that you were nothing but another whore.
Your looks were good, you tasted like freedom at last.
I told you once to let it go, I told you twice that a bullet does seal the deal quite nice.
Once your used you will be left like all the rest. Your shallow smile doesnt past the test.
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Submission Name: Cold Reaching Cool Game
