Cold Poem by Allyce Crenshaw

Cast the fears aside it's 3am I'm afraid to die,
The future is my guide I'm a servant in this great devide,
Behind close doors I hide you don't understand why I cry,

They've turned a blind eye,
They took the allies side,
For their own public pride full of satan's lies.

I'll bury my past six feet under,
My head hurts like a rolling thunder,
The pain goes through my heart & soul it was in my arms reach,
But beyond my control. Forget the pain my body is cold.