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Under This Snow Bank


Under this snow bank lies a gnarled graveyard Filled with empty corpses of my broken dreams I keep hoping that this is a nightmare That I'll just wake up and scream But I've drawn the unlucky card And it has shattered my dreams Still I cease to care Because the light of my soul has ceased to beam Under this snow bank lies a gory battlefield Where I was defeated by my inner demons And now I lie dripping in blood, screaming in agony I can't believe that I let them get to me I can only hope and plead for death But of course it will never come Because my oozing wounds are the sign That they're the best, that they have won Under this snow bank lies the naked body Of all of my habits, having become exposed Yet I still hope that no one knows Because I writhe and burn under the spotlight And I toss and turn every night At the thought of the expulsion of them Under this snow bank lies the truth The truth of who I really am Because to everyone I just pretend I refuse to let anyone in But I cannot scrape off the snow Because I can't let the truth show
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