On The Inside
I am a mysterious creature
Wandering aimlessly through time,
With eyes of icy blue gray
Piercing the shadows of the darkest night,
Sorrowfully watching as peopl all around me,
Die from the world and it's violence.
Frozen into a block of ice,
My heart beats no more and I am numb
In my world, apart from theirs,
It is always winter here,
I am a cynical creature
Unique, nisunderstood, forgotten
Hungering for something that is always just out of my reach,
Dutifully watching, waiting, and crying
When it comes and passes me by,
Just out of reach...
I am a battle scarred creature
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