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press on my eyes
until i see white
letting go
i watch the world blind
chase away the coming anger
fear and pain
your sensing disaster
feel the cold wind
blow your mind
let the snow
slow down time
his arms around you
feel like chains
fighting him your at it again
fall on your back
in the bright white light
let it all disappear from your mind
everything is quiet
everything is silent
fear is inevitable
when feeling is eminent
a blast of cold
a blast of wind
your mind looses grasp of your sin
open your eyes let the world rush in
too much effort
to fight him again
his hands on your face
your too tired to care
you hate him you hate him
you lock in a stare
push away with your mind
press him back in your head
you hate him you hate him
the cold is your friend
- by is that a bear |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/24/2010 |
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- Title: writers block
- Artist: is that a bear
- Description: GAH. its...ok i guess. tasty in a delicate way. and it makes no sense no?
- Date: 03/24/2010
- Tags: writers block cold
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