Ballerina With Fins - The White Cold

Ballerina With Fins - The White Cold

It creeps into the white room, br like ice that burns at the br smallest touch of frightened fingers. br br You draw back, but it is br surrounding you, br serenading you with damp clouds of br misty pain. I love you i hate you love you i hate you br A melody of dischordant unhappiness You can barely see br yourself now but it is choking you br suffocating you eyes cloud teeth tasting foreign br you can barely speak. Onto your face like a damp, br white rat or a grimy cold cloth- but no! you can barely breathe br sneaking into your head now, filling it with colours br so chatoyant yet so dull; they are fading br so silently now, so silently br steathily engulfs your heart engulfs it br you can barely run, you can barely hide now for br it's all over you, smothering you so tremendously, br estranging you, obliterating you, br the silence br that never br quite rang.


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Uploaded: 2014-06-13

Duration: 00:30

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