The snow dodges from a wind
The era of warm sun ended
cold wind is stabbing to our naked bodies
leaves are matte as concrete
they'll never be shined
with morning dew
they're paling and pining away
nobody's completely alive
nobody walks through the night
standing alone by a burned altar
I'm thinking with myself
what am I doing here?
who am I?
the mountain of skulls towers
about myself
animal caught in a trap is trying
to bite through to freedom
nobody has that power
I'm leaving
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