Cold And Hot. Poem by Annabel Lee

Too dark to go there, so much I know there.
The blood that flows there, and pain that grows there.

I can see you, I want to free you,
I know that spot, both cold and hot.

Emptyness so cold and pain so hot.
Stay there my friend? I'd rather you not.

Look to the sky and find out why,
you always feel so dead inside and realize then,
you can't always hide.

You have no faith, you have no pride, so empty, so dark, so cold inside.

Grieving in ashes, tears streaking your face, torn are your clothes as you bathe in disgrace.