Frozen

My own skin creaks
When I dare to move
My bloodline streaks
On the silver moon

Rusted limbs
With no more bend
Leak the oil
That never ends

Cracking eyes
That cannot see
Move so slight
Upon the lea

One foot forward
One stays still
One last movement
One last kill

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