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Im cold.



Harsh tones of gray blur inside me



Still the mask my senses



Im blind with clod gray tones



Frozen gray taste in my mouth



Gray songs float past gray ears



I only wish I could feel gray



Instead of feeling cold



This cold          



Dull and still painful



Bullshit all around me



So think



So dense



I try and find my way out



Its quicksand



And Im stuck in the middle