
Ice-cold panic, frostbite, blue Dilyla.
Freeze my heart until it’s frozen in place.
Sub-zero tundra through my veins, blue Dilyla.
My skin turns bluish, as you see it in my face.
I can’t seem to feel a thing, looks like my fingertips went numb.
I could see the light as rose-petals turn to guns.
Distinctions without a difference, find a circumference with no sum.
Outside would be much colder if I tried to kill the sun.
Ice-cold decease, hyperthermic paranoia.
I froze inside my core, and then got swallowed by the frost.
Cold-hearted, arctic-blue Dilyla.
I live inside an ice-cube in a cryogenic vault.
I cannot feel my toes, I think I’m an ice-cream cone.
It’s chilly inside my new home, Blue Dilyla, I love you.
So let us be abominable goals.
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Desmond Razzano
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