Chatterbox: Inkwell

Using Lyrics from Demons By the Imagine Dragons

When the days are cold

I shiver under a tank top and shorts.  The landscape is barren in the dead of winter.

And the cards all fold

It brings back memories.  Memories that I would rather forget.

And the saints we see

I can't see or feel anything.  The cold makes me too numb, but I know they are following me.

Are all made of gold

They think that we are flawed.  They think they are perfect.

When our dreams all fail

I've given up on ever finding good.  I'm the only one left.

And the ones we hail

They think they can "fix" me.  They think they can make me perfect like them.

Are the worst of all

They killed countless people like me.  Flawed.  Broken.

And the blood's run stale

My legs hurt, but it's only a faint feeling.  It's too cold for me to feel if I'm dying or not.

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