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Refugees.
The senseless sense of winter cascades my salt filled wounds…
As the smell of death lingers, the flowers they cease to bloom…
Perilous in a hazy shade of December, deep in freeze I bleed…
As detriment enters my body, I fall deep into an eternal sleep…
Beckoning me to join him in a toast, dances with numbness true to few…
Apparition of death longs to be friend my end… but to see me through…
I see a dream, that dream is you, tears from heaven, summer brand new…
Start, I start crying at the thought, emotion warped, ghosts from my past…
Like I’m living wrapped up in a ouigi board, tessellation of visions…
Unwanted to view, blind to warmth… my memory remains clear of you.
…A picture painted, abstract on a canvas of mind, celestial to pain of rain…
From my eyes, the skies, disguise animosity thunderous clouds rise maimed…
Yet among the paramount thoughts, the thought crosses my mind, I’m insane…
Unnamed, except for the branded chains, living on the streets the cold it pains…
Society turns it’s back, yet summer still holds me in high regard, remains the same...
Blesses me with warmth of heart, food grows from the trees, cascades my mind train.
Shrivelled in a blanket…
I attempt, try to blank it...
Summer loves me to death…
So I write to thank it…
Frustrated to the point It renders my vision blurred, as if, my views are tinted...
This wishful letter to god, is barely even worth the inc used to carefully print it…
Blue eyes, drip beads of fear onto the page, that allows me to cage, confine my rage…
Into written glory, a save-trade, in a civilization where man is supposed to’ve made…
Abolished all atrocities, against another human alike, each one lied to me and you…
So dear summer, I beg you free my soul, complete my heart, shed a ray of truth…
Bring life home, winter only brings death to thou with-out resident.
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Originally Posted by The Witness.
