Bedsheets Poem by Aram Stefanian

You made my bed, why is it too cold?
I wonder who threw our bedsheets away?
If you believe that our love's good as gold,
Then there's no actual reason you can't stay.
Could your hugging prevent me from shivering?
Would your kisses leave me cold and scarred?
I guess you're too old for baby bearing.
Wanna get some mutant creature or retard?
From the waters into the ashes! Is that all the evolution?
The dead don't freeze! Found another solution?
An extra spare option for us is just frying in hell
When it discovers that we got no soul to sell.