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Frayed ends concave into this empty hole

My mind lays torn as they caress my longing soul

Gaze upon the sun as we bask in her glory

The sky begins to darken under the shame that winter brought

Dear mother of the north, give us shelter from their pull

Tear me from this storm as the cold front settles in

For every torment, I let my body fall against the wicked waves

For every punishment, a perfect parallel to my sins

I am thrown to the trees, I hear a chorus reverberate my mind

So far into nothingness can our bodies truly climb

Like rain upon the sullen branches of the northern climate

Watch them climb down from the skies

Whisper sweet pleasure as the blood pours down

This plight held a price that my body couldn't uphold

And I feel so cold

Gaze upon the sun as we bask in her glory

The sky begins to darken under the shame that winter brought

And they scream against the grain on my sanity;

"We are many, we are legion"