As you walk on a path leading nowhere,
the cold wind blows in your face,
sending chills up and down your spine,
and blurring your vision,
for the icy coldness,
remains forever in your heart,
unable to love,
or be loved by others,
because your in the darkness,
captured by the demons,
forever to be their prisoner,
so your trapped inside yourself,
to afraid to come out,
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