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[sunsetdeath]

icycles chill as the cold bitter pill
that rests in a heart that refuses to take part
it shakes and it writhes
refusing to die
although most of the time
it just hides there and cries

my mind it tries to sail sometimes
drift for a while then set sail and smile
it sails to a place protected from love
releases itself with the pain now undone

some hearts out there seem to chase and then chase
thinking at times they've found the right place
but my heart it seems so burried within
desperately seeking the place it has been

The place that it was, right there and then left
caressed with the female touch yet so deaft
the feeling I know you can be in life
with the warmth of a bath and the slice of a knife