Shivers pass through
Your every breath
Uncontrollable fear
Nothing is clear
Shivers pass through
Your every thought
You could run away
You could stop and stare
Slow-mo sickness
Know all the grains of sand
Repetitiveness
Destiny in your hand
Shivers pass through
Your every word
Soul-stained, taint
Incoherent and quaint
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
Shivers pass through
Your every breath
Uncontrollable fear
Nothing is clear
Shivers pass through
Your every thought
You could run away
You could stop and stare
Slow-mo sickness
Know all the grains of sand
Repetitiveness
Destiny in your hand
Shivers pass through
Your every word
Soul-stained, taint
Incoherent and quaint
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