Treasure Island

Nick Kler

(07/09/1967 / USA)

I feel so Cold


I feel so cold
As if I am getting really old
Plenty of life is still left within
Breathing has stopped as if

Emotions are falling asleep
My eyes are getting too weak
They often forget to shed a tear
Suffering from senility as if

My body looks just fine
Hidden deep behind the lies
So hollow and dark on the inside
Empty and confined

My helpless soul cries in vain
Weary of ego, deceit and pain

No one ever cares
No one has time to looks behind
I have no place left to live
There is no place left to hide


Nick Kler

Submitted: Sunday, April 12, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, February 25, 2014
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