The Cold stagnant air fogs my breath,

The Heat of the room makes me sweat,

My body shakes with uneasy as I paint the walls red.

A Pink Sunset over a distant silent city

empty, alone, contemptuous and arrogant as

you stare o' so inactive.

I am not an Ocean,

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I am not a Forrest,

So don't see what I do and don't fear its Darkness,

as I gut those you love with a large kitchen knife...

Stabbing and cutting those you love,

Don't watch me fail at a simple test of courage and stop looking at me like I don't exist.

Sluggishly I wipe my hot forehead clear of sweat beads forming,

My frozen toes hurt when they get stubbed.

Where am I?

Where are you?

Don't stop watching me...

...please...