Coldness,

Pretend, it’s a bit of history.

Cold heart,

Heartless,

You are so empty.

Smile if you wish.

Loveless, no tears on your sleeve.

Can’t you see.

All the lies you speak of.

It’s a perfect story.

A murder behind the scenes.

A Queen falls on her knees.

Daggers twist in her ribs.

Life ruptures.

She can hardly breathe in all her grief.

Coldness,

Mistress, your dagger is freezing.

Cold, calculated,

You killed the Queen.

Burying her in the dead sea,

It is so hard to breathe.

Drowning in the depths of the sea,

You hope no one finds out all the secrets.

A trail of death you leave.

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