Taken to the brink of something.
Something, but we cant know what.
To wait, to want, its so bad, and,
try something, and,
moving to slow,
to get where you want to go.
Looking for results,
you cant begin, to,
find a way out from the cold,
place youre in.
But it suits you,
your condition.
Symptoms that keep you in,
keep you from motion.
Until its cold,
slowing you down,
until you cant go.
Taken by something,
but you cant hold on to it,
you cant.
It slips through your fingers,
slips through your hand.
Because theyre too cold,
cant get a grip,
on whats in your sight.
Its like getting old.
Its like getting told, to, sit, still.
But it suits you,
your condition.
Symptoms that keep you in,
keep you from motion.
Until its cold,
slowing you down,
until you cant go.
Its not me.
Is there something,
so wrong.
Process of depraving yourself,
of peace of mind

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