The Cold stagnant air fogs my breath,

  The Heat of the room makes me sweat,

  My body shakes with uneasy as I paint the walls red.

  A Pink Sunset over a distant silent city

  empty, alone, contemptuous and arrogant as

  you stare o' so inactive.

  I am not an Ocean,

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  I am not a Forrest,

  So don't see what I do and don't fear its Darkness,

  as I gut those you love with a large kitchen knife...

  Stabbing and cutting those you love,

  Don't watch me fail at a simple test of courage and stop looking at me like I don't exist.

  Sluggishly I wipe my hot forehead clear of sweat beads forming,

  My frozen toes hurt when they get stubbed.

  Where am I?

  Where are you?

  Don't stop watching me...

  ...please...