This needs no title.
A burning desire,Awoken from it's slumber,
But soon killed,
By your cold heart.
Sweet words i said onto you,
But were quickly dismissed,
Only in a world so cold,
Ruled by you.
Some might say,
I've done the wrong things,
But I've tried to fix them,
But you seem not to care.
Burning whispers,
remind me of the days,
When your love,
Was nothing new.
My heart has grown cold,
Because the warmth of your love,
Was not mine to receive,
Anymore............
A beast you helped create,
Is now beginning to prowl,
Looking for it's next victim,
And only you can stop it.
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