Cold Poem by John Doe

She sits alone
Amazed;
She sits alone;
Afraid

Nobody bothers,
Her blood runs cold,
Her pulse slows,
She screams, silently

Escape is all she knows,
Alone, her blood runs,
The cold pierces her flesh,
Steel glint,
Fading,
Nothing

A demon awakes;
Approaches.
She is still here,
But it feels nothing,
Only cold thoughts

Cold thoughts of Warm flesh,
Warm bed,
Summer's nights spent.
She and Evil,
Spent together.