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Tentatively treading on a sliver of pure ice

Honestly just dreading pretending to be nice

A warm and heavy feeling calmly weighing on my heart

wishing that you never had that gnawing need to part



how beautiful this pain feels

scratching at my bones

the world within my head reels

in melancholy tones



I'm breaking in the wind

my arms flayed by my sides

wincing at my sins

all holiness has died



mortified and terrified

afraid to be alone

but humbled now enough to see

there's no shame in being- sold



there'll be a time for victory

when the stars are right

but for now it's plain to see

this is not my fight...



sitting on a rock alone

in the dead of night

not sure which is the way home

and searching for a light



but suddenly my eyes begin the register out here

i am more that i expected

a giant without fear...



so let that little bit of ice go crashing down below

i will hold myself out here

and ward off that bitter cold.

i never knew the angels were there watching over me

until i realised that those angels were part of me