The pure silence of nature rings in my ears
The shear time to think brings up my greatest fear
In total darkness I stand tall
In the brightest light i start to fall
The time of night I think of death
But with death comes more life
The blade agenst my arm brings me comfort
The blood the dripping down my arm quinches my thirst
The pain from it all brings me comfort
...To Be Continued...
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