White Hell I am in both scared and cold No guidance from heaven no maps to unfold Just dark skies and white skeletons are all that surround I don't understand how I became hell-ward bound All I can feel is hell's cold breath Upon my numb and chapped blue flesh To die in peace is all I wish Not end up as the Devil's Dish
Reason for writing:
lost in winter
Birth sign: Not entered
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