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Blind

Wet and trembling

Blood and soil

Born gasping for air

Clawing

ripping nails

Pulling further

From despair

Yearning

Aching

Everlasting want

For the warmth

For something beyond

the squalid womb

That we call home

Wasting breath,

courting death

For nothing in return

Our winter skin is craving more

For anything beyond

the callous touch of night

We are still crawling towards the light

Twisting

Toward the shine

Contorting

To survive

Bending our bodies

Just to be a little more alive

Creatures of an

Indifferent creator

Making our way from the deep

Praying for color

To wake us from

Our monochrome sleep

Wasting breath,

courting death

For nothing in return

Our winter skin is craving more

For anything beyond

the callous touch of night

We are still crawling towards the light

Blind

Wet and trembling

Blood and soil

Still gasping for air

Clawing

ripping nails

Seeking shelter

From despair

Creatures of an

Indifferent creator

Orphans of dirt

Praying for color

To wake us up

to lead us home