Destroyed
The chill rolls over my skin,
lighting my body on fire.
My fear cools from the inside,
I am made of ice.
I wish you could tell me now,
the truth I know you hide.
For it makes all the difference in the world,
because you are made of lies.
The fire fights ice and the ice fights fire,
I’m truly fighting myself.
It makes no difference if I’m fire or ice-
I am destroyed.
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