i can feel the mood changing
seconds slipping slow like
black and white
slide projections
i'm paranoid
caught up in anxious panic
traitors stalk
their knives reflect white from the snow
the first snow fall
i feel helpless/hopeless
she pulls at me
like the south does these straggling birds
be good to me
and i'll love you true
hold you above everything
that tries to cut our throats in our sleep
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