On gratitude

I am so cold, so cold within,

Sun has drowned, fear grips in.

Down on my knees, I beg you please,

Make no noise, my soul would freeze.

I had a heart, I let it rot,

They say it hurts but I know not.

You crib about darkness, I’ve never seen light,

You damn the wrong, I’ve never been right.

All you saints suffocate me to death,

And I only thank you for my last breath.

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