http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pyronnor The original writings of author Pyronnor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775987951 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 So cold...So cold...I can feel the ice slowly creep up my veinsI try to movenothing happensI try to scream not a sound comes outyou said you would come back for mebut you never came so i ly theredying...freezing...fading...knowing that you never came for methanks for nothing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pyronnor/978458/ As the moon glows red you draw your swordyou point it at meyou tell me to say my final wordsso i doas you drive the sword in my chest i wake up none of it's realthe moon glows silver http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pyronnor/978449/