Standing in the middle of frost
Sitting on the hardened dead grass
Input my distress signals
No matter how hard I scream
July 12 2003
Can't help but notice I'm lost
Running for a way to go
The signs just say that they don't know
Now I know today is my last
Accustomed to being frostbitten
All the world's thoughts of me are forgotten
Waiting for a reply
And now I've lost all hope
I'll be dead before I know
No one hears my call
No matter how hard I try
I never get a reply
And no one will hear my cries
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The Life and Mind of Desparity