Seeping into the skin,
and soaking into it.
The cold is unbearably harsh.
Freezing and breaking.
Spilling and penatrating.
Color gone,
Faded away this cold is
Killing me in a splash of red.
No one every knows
The darkness of the cold.
Leaving it all empty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this one you have some dark poems I like