More than A Branding Iron , Less than a Bee Sting
Sweet sorrow, wrap your arms around me.
Let your cold breathe cool my aching heart to ice.
Freeze my tears where they fall.
Stop them where they burn traitors against soft flesh.
Whisper in my ear my darkest dreams.
Turn there vile nightmares to reality before my eyes.
Watch as my eyes widen in fear,
As I hide my eyes against your cold embrace.
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