Within the shapeless world of fear
Afraid of such news ill conceived
I lie in wait, my soul bereaved
I cannot speak, I cannot hope
I cannot sleep, I cannot cope
What life is there to
live today
When all is left is pure dismay?
I can't speak of the pain I feel
It will not go, it will not heal
It hides beneath the icy skin
It will not let the sunlight in
By now I should have learned some spell
To purge my soul from this old hell
I'd thought by now I'd be immune
To the sharp smell of Death's perfume
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