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I try to fend off the cold all around Its ominous presence in the background. I try to hide but I am found. It slowly kills me without a sound.
Banging at my window Howling at my door I will not let you in Despite your furore. I am not made of straw I am not made of twigs You cannot manipulate me For my house is made of bricks.
I am the lost traveler In the foggy, marshy swamp With naught but a match to show the way And my shaky, hesitant breath Any way is the wrong way Any step, misplaced Any sound echoes thousandfold And...
To create a portrait full of light,. In the darkest hours of the night,. One must cleanse themselves of blood and sin,. And let only love and purity in,. And if at first you dont succeed,.
A struggle for life, To live, to survive. Every ragged breath, Decreases chance to stay alive. Too many gasps, A fish starved of water. Written off for certain death, A cow; bred for slaughter.
They strung me high up in the sky. Depressing, for I never could fly. If I cut my cords to try and learn. I'll fall to ground, to crash and burn. Ever since the fateful day.
The ocean is a massive storm churning. My army shifts from foot to foot in anticipation. Like the ocean rumbles. I roar my battle cry. As the waves hit the cliff. My army charges to meets our enemies.
Standing in a tidal wave of madness. I'm the one rising from the ashes. Cue the violins we're going down. Though I have this odd feeling that I'll be safe and sound. Destruction, bad construction.
In the sea of lust. We desperately seek for land. In the sea of lust. We get pulled down by the rift. In the sea of lust. We are at risk of drowning. In the sea of lust.
I'm stuck. I yell out into the world, waiting for help. But help never comes.