We are
walk
walk
walking
through an icy hell.
Cold pierces my face
and a chill runs through my spine.
And it isn't from the rain.
Barely living
Barely dying
Mankind foresaken to walk the earth
Wandering and Wandering
Never near our birth.
Different we are
But closest to man.
Failure isn't an option
Perfection is our path.
Dragging my feet through the sleet
not going home
Run
Run
Running
from those
Haunting my
dreams
and
memories.
Far
Far
Away from those.
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