Everything is dead
Everything so bare
The trees all around me stripped of their leaves
The ground so rough to the touch
Making me want to bleed
Nothing living nothing in sight
So dark and so dead
Spilling with fright
Not a single voice nor a sound
Full of serenity
Everything so bound
As I walk through the plains of despair
A frigid chill to my bones
Into the darkness I flee without a care
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