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You cannot breathe through the glass
Though it mists and steams
Veiling you from view
As a forest to the hidden stream
One day to be reveled
Before gasping eyes
That cower and mock
Fright, their disguise
Though water obscures the vision
You remain
As the day I dreamt you
A far cry from remains
I will resist the urge
You wish I felt
Whispers to nothing particular
Fade by the dimming days
And as the sun sets upon your darkness,
Hold close those flailing rays
Resistance is futile
With your arms up in the air
And as your moans resonate
They can clearly hear your despair
The roars tumble past the window
As the terror shades your eyes
Huddling in the corner
They no longer need your faulted disguise
So as the armor fails
Hissing in the fire
You can no longer look upon them
Simple call them sire….