Cold as ice

To walk with no shoes on thick cold ice,
It's the feeling of been stabbed over ten thousand times.

What were to happen if you were to slip through,
to see into into the abyss.

To have a weight to your foot dragging you deeper,
And deeper down under.

Finally,
Your pounding chest gives its final beat as u lay in the abyss as still as still could be.

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