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Hypothermia
06:44
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The wind rises
The clouds are drawing near
The man thinks he knows what’s coming
Pieces from other days are floating in
Ancient pains resurfaced
Now it is time for a sea of change
He’s been washed away
Unaware of the whiplash around him
Confusion erupts
Comprehending the cost
The stains of time
Start to pour out of his mind
All senses are gone
His friends are moving on
He’s lost inside
Where the cold starts to thrive
He may not yet be gone…
But his stitches are coming undone
His heart is racing against those lost drops of life
All colors are changing
Can barely recognize the man
He’s losing his grip
The mind seems to be his enemy
Stone cold and trying to reach
Lost control over his limbs
Out there, he’s gathering himself
The train of thought is faltering
Conscious, unaware of his surrounding
This storm may claim his body...
Growing pain of a lost body
Tingling sensation of the floating mind
He can see the shine of the ice
Can’t perceive how it came to be
Almost out of breath
The pulse is fading
He is reaching to the light
The frozen body is left behind
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2. |
The Hunt He Needs
05:05
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On the threshold, he’s tempted
Another dark forest, awaits
He hunts for dark creatures, They fill his needs
For passion has died down, so did his seed
He tries to use their warmth, but they are cold
Believing that yet again, his mind will mold
The quiver is almost empty, too many mouths to feed
They talk inside his head, he pays no heed
The hunt is sacred
No time to waste
Even if it had no value
No effect
His house requires attention
But the forest provides with haste
While the fireplace is cold and empty
He keeps true to his fate
No more reasons
For the urges, only whims
Empty steps, wasted time
Some say that is all he needs
His knowledge of killing the wildlife
Is grand and vast
He thinks it leads to his salvation
But it shan’t pass
No more reasons
For the urges, only whims
Empty steps, wasted time
Some say that is all he needs
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3. |
Autophobia
05:16
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Not many souls will see
That which is too familiar
The cold which erupts from their space
Nor the dust that settles under
Mine is already taken
Committed under oath
These stone walls which surround me
Shall never be a home
Perpetual distance
Slowly dying of hate
Trying to find another way
Getting lost in the cracks
That formed on my wall
They cannot show me
How deep is my fall
Finding it hard to breath
Finding it hard to see
Overwhelmed and mistaken
My mind is drifting away
This coffin is mine
No comfort for the blind
Been waiting too long
But no echo shall return
I shall count the ways
To die and fade
I collect the pieces of me
That nobody else can no longer see
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Consequences
06:11
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Affliction can be a choice
Even if it’s not yet detected
Dire fearful of the consequences
Playing victim for many faces
You let your heart give way
Discourse of insanity
Living in such a disgrace
It is the downward spiral
The body is being led
By the crooked mind
One might think you're that man
Too blind to see what’s inside
Others’ time is laid to waste
Their words would never reach to your mind
In a world where all the remedies
Are placebo to your kind
You wish you were found
Loss is your greatest achievement
Arrogant
Everything seems to be beyond you
Tenderness
One that cannot be found in you
You try to fly
But your wings are already plucked
You try to fight
But the mirror is already shattered
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