Alive alas Dead,
Oh a joy,
To be what is in between, instead one
My heart leaps, while others wither in the cold
The world around turns to sadness or gold
I wish I was both, but there is none for me
For I have sinned, just to think a thing
When the world turns, my heart begins to slow,
the others start to bloom again
The polar opposite of me
How could a soul so frail turn into something so mad? they might say
Oh, darling, it's your fault. I would reply with a grin. It's your fault for all that I have sinned.
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