The Cold stagnant air fogs my breath,


    The Heat of the room makes me sweat,


    My body shakes with uneasy as I paint the walls red.


    A Pink Sunset over a distant silent city


    empty, alone, contemptuous and arrogant as


    you stare o'' so inactive.


    I am not an Ocean,


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    I am not a Forrest,


    So don''t see what I do and don''t fear its Darkness,


    as I gut those you love with a large kitchen knife...


    Stabbing and cutting those you love,


    Don''t watch me fail at a simple test of courage and stop looking at me like I don''t exist.


    Sluggishly I wipe my hot forehead clear of sweat beads forming,


    My frozen toes hurt when they get stubbed.


    Where am I?


    Where are you?


    Don''t stop watching me...


    ...please...