A small child cries
Left alone in the world
Maturing too early
No emotion is her friend
When the barren land comes
The most vibrant of colors
Even protective delusions
Gripped by chaos
All of the nothing
Nothing of the everything
The land of anti-logic
Emotions reign
Dependent companions fled
Rationality, logic, all the rest
Unexplored territory
No map; no shield
A voice of comfort
Lures her home
Hidden in the corner
Never touched by the frenzy
Sleep, sleep, delusional one
I'm bringing you back
To you're glass peace
To your land of no emotion. |
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