Worlds of darkness have left me
to float in the white mist that is now all around
No sound or touch , no anger and no peace
Only the restless flow of snow that is around me
I shout and scream and only hear my own voice back as I ball up in pain of this lonly state
Cradling the noiseless cries that feel this white world with one lone tear of red
And here I thought I wanted peace.
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