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Of all the power in the air you have the most but do not care I sit and weep my soul cries out but you don't even hear my shout.

Caught up in an icy world sitting on thin ice, Waiting as the snow falls once more. The ice has begun to crack the snow that has come, it covers..

Hurt and scalded branded and scarred my burns are healing but not the scars. I have let go of my anger but not my pain, I have let myself into..

Sorrowful morning deadly night terrible evening, filled with fright against the holy might of light Quiet mourning Silent crying my heart is ..

Sweet, savory tasty and terrific it brings life, I crave it. It spills, pours taking and yet giving life. I want it, sliding from deep wounds ..

Running through the foggy mist crashing through the forest crawling through the soggy moss laying down to die. Waiting in the sunlight waiting ..

Shedding tears of crimson red wiping away the ones I've shed Because of that which you've said sitting, wishing I was dead. My heart was ripped ..

Sitting here, knowing that this is all for naught. Looking here at a razor blade Cutting only shallow cuts, letting loose red blood. What is this ..

Running, Running from my past falling weak Just short of breath my eyes shut out the so near light Killing now my dark dead fight. I'm giving up ..

From years before I met and lost my love we drank deep our blood and made two lives one forever. From years before We've loved each other and..