THE COLD HANDS
Sends shivers down our spine
An unexpected turn of event
We never know the time
An invitation we can't reject
There are no special criteria
Just a random pick of the lot
We all live in paranoia
Of when our final breath we draw
Whatever words may console
The grief of us left behind
As we gaze upon the hole
Left wide open in our hearts
The seasons are just a cloak
Winter is always here
And nothing with life revokes
The freezing hands of Death
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