#5

The world feels like thorns Racing inside my mind Penetrating my body with pain.

The world sounds of war Harsh and piercing to my ears Invading any peace I have found.

The world tastes of rotting hope Deepening the fear that lies within me That will eventually envelope my soul.

The world smells of fire and rain Divided black and white Closing my lips and slowly suffocating me.

The world is covered in a blanket of cold fog That wraps around my spine Tarnishing the gold inside.

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