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The dull soil, inhabitant land,

no sun nor moon,

nothing in sight,

only few dried up dead plants,

not in that form,

till it is when i open my eyes

they dried up and died

as I took a slash at my veins,

instead of seeing the color

which brings out danger flow

like the Nile river I only saw,

the shadowy black,

hit the floor and the plants died,

the venom I was introduced to now is out,

wounds will heal in time,

the mind and heart

now have to give does dead dried up plants

some sort of new life,

since my venom

was the cause for them to dried up,

my hopes and wishes

now only my prayers and illusions,

false,

thought ended up in a below 0 state,

dont need a blanket to cover

my shivering bones,

the blizzards and soil

gave me a new home,

so ill be aight,

the path in the horizon

no where in sight,

beauty of life,

finding a detour

as you going through the wrong way on life,

just thinking

how may you find your way back

-che