the mist thats around me
the mist that surrounds me
Listen to the sound
Make yourself found
Slowly walking up the path
a million lips afraid to laugh
a millin eyes afraid to gaze
I take a step people dazed
Time likes to pause for me
an ice prison it does seem
It happens it likes this every day
I walk down halls no one says hey
no one moves noone speaks
I don't exist but I don't grow weak
I am a fallen angel
my grace has been brutally mangled
Curious it is walking alone
everyone else turned to stone
Rubies for blood, diamonds for eyes
I am flesh, don't be suprised
Things to like, things to fear
things to keep, things to smear
It would seem I'm dead, that I'm not
but I alone seek the life I sought
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