Cold metal.
We are two,
People stare, glare,
Poor soul in the chair,
We are one and the same.
Cold Metal.
A ship is sunk without its sails,
It fails, as would a plane with no wings.
Crash and burn, the infirmed, thats me,
Live with it.
Dawn, Chair, dusk, bed.
Were dead.
We are separated in the freezing night,
But the cold morning brings us together.
Rising sun, I hate you.
We wont be free, you
Grip, hold, tighten, squeeze me, until life is a memory.
I am tied to this mast, the sirens are calling.
I am tied to this mast, the sirens are screaming.














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