How cold you say??? Well… i dunno what good explaining will do.
What do you know of my world? Of violent men who fight eachother amongst you?
Ha, it super-imposes your’s, thats all.
You know Empty? Calm? COLD?? THE Cold? Cold is a 9milly with a dead mind behind her? Thats THE cold im telling you’s.
You DO know my world exists? Surely you know that much.
What world? Typical of you to ask.
Cold? Its the world you hold your breath against. The world you walk thru and then try to avoid its touch. My world.
Im talking no thought man…
no Pulse…
zero Care…
COLD!
How do i equate? Knowledge.. good old knowledge.
Here’s some – “Two kinds of people in this world. You know what they are?”
“Killer’s and Victim’s”...im sorry, but there it is.
Your a disciple of Baden Powell or your not…Your prepared or your living some fiction, some self important indulgence in a rented meat suit. Your in the way of the real work.
It gets me everytime.
You dont see me…
Smell me…
Feeeeel me…near you, working some angle.
Therefore, YOUR a victim, your not important to achieve my aim.
I am. Ive got tool’s and im COLD.
How Cold you ignorantly ask?
Im as Cold as a penguins pooper. Im as cold as a witch’s kiss! Im prepared.
You need to check over your shoulder’s more often.
You need to smell the coffee, rather than take such delight in drinking it.
Get COLD sometime!!
Smell me, feeel me, avoid me
Try and END me if you dare!!
Rebeladdict
Whoah! I felt your cold in this so intensely I had goosebumps by the time I had finished reading. xo