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Reminding me that I'm forever alone 
Snowdrifts softy pile up 
Creating your funeral pyre
Steal away the lacking seasons 
Halls of muted white 
Exhausting all the colors 
Tightly locked in my embrace of self hate 
Blurred views of humanity 
Jumbled in the black and white 
Illuminating white washed faces 
Static all that's coming through 
Emergency signals on every station 
The reason clearly lost 
Fading flickering image silently in closed with in the white

Barley noticed 
Few are stopping 
Sirens are getting louder 
Lips form silent whispers 
Words long lost in the hushed bustle of panicking civilians

Fleeing towards the danger 
Comforted by soothing automatic responses 
True freedoms found in cages 
Mechanical movements corresponding thoughts
Question the meaning of being human 
Can't ignore the Wailing warning 
To late to heed their cryptic meaning 
The storm clods grow heavy 
Signs scream run 
Zombie minds begins to walk 
Pressed against the wall to afraid to join or stand 
The wind brings empty echoes 
To fill the nothingness with meaningless
Posted: 2005-11-02 04:37:42 UTC

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2006-04-24 14:47:21lost the lonely dead
craziness but you worded it nicely *two thumbs up* also i had to be the 201st person to comment so yeah *laughs* i need a life i know