Dead Cold

When the heart is cold
it searches and seeks another soul
that it couls potentially corrupt
evil is in its peaks
surrounding the emptyness now left
evil ones and the dumb replace
the ghost and the ghouls
love is once again dead
free yourself, free yourself
run away before it grabs you in its embrace
oh no.. its too late

poem by Priscilla Beatriz Camey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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