Dark Cloud

I have seen with my eyes the blood that runs cold,

I have heard with my own ears the screams of death,

I have tasted the bitterness of tears after a passing storm.

Nothing warms these frost bitten hands,

Nobody cares for a wounded soul,

Never have I ever felt the bliss of a goodnight kiss.

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