As I glare out the window
I take moment to catch a cold
Breathing ice through my lips
Wearing and withering a soul
Fictitious creatures crawl inside
Sheltered in dewdrop of tears
Not a sound to be seen in light
Just a swish of piercing spears
Stumbling out from the wreckage
All that is left and whatever remains
No blankets to embrace for us
Only the darkness within stains
Coastlines are now closed in the view
A tremble from what began before
So much yet so little to explore
Worthless mention of this yore
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