Is it love, or just the season?
Am I guilty of this treason?
Surrounded by, familiar strangers
Like shiny coats on shiny hangers
These thoughtless shivers in the dust
While all the rest has turned to rust
I am alone, inside my head
Help me now, I must be dead
Shut up! Voice, that haunts me so
I bear a heart as cold as snow!
I will cry! I have no reason!
For I am a thankless demon
While you spout lies in my mind!
Or is it truth you use to bind?
Confuse me so, you little thought
And leave me here alone, to rot.
Buckets of Blood Community Member 
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