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Cold
He is cold, so cold,
Freezing to death,
But a fire will not help him,
Nor the warmth of the sun,
They will not cure the icy darkness,
That lies deep inside his soul,
Sleeping for now,
But how soon will it be,
Before the evil awakes once more,
To torment his soul,
And poison his mind,
Freezing him solid from the inside out,
Turning him against his only friend,
Master, who trusts him,
The first to dare to for many years,
He told the evil to go away,
And never come back,
It left, and he thought himself free,
But the roots of this weed,
Grow deeper than he thinks,
The darkness is only resting,
Waiting for its chance,
A shadow of doubt,
A hurtful misunderstanding,
And it will wake again,
Stronger than before,
It never truly leaves,
Merely, sleeps and waits,
For once it gets its grip on you,
It never lets go.