Drawn invards..
Involuntary adaptation
Excursion in this cold world
In subconscious
All are compells me to live
..but must be a door on the wall..
To escape from cold winter sun.
Death.. tak eme away from this.
Endless blank.. dismal dark..!

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Permanent…
Nondescript feelings in me
I’m living and breathing just one though..
Searching my grace
To burry my all pain..
Is the winter the couse of cold or am i dying.
I’ve lost in a swirl which i wont sally.
At the minutes of my heaven lies..
Earth denies.. i realise..