Ice Picks by WyPad

While burning through the midnight oil
Touching neither food nor drink
I burrow through the frozen soil
I'm on my hands and knees
Praying for another burst
A single spark that lights the leaves
And whispers lines of poetry
Which I will transcribe hastily
Exhuming its complexity
Hyperion in density
With time my violent enemy
So don't you even wait for me

I hear you breathing
But that can't be right
For soulless things don't need life

Come out of the darkness
Get out of bed
Step into my conscious
Get out of my head
Come out of the darkness
Get out of bed
Step into my conscious
Get out of my

(I hear you breathing)

(Come out of the darkness)
(Get out of bed)
(Step into my conscious)
(Get out of my head)
(Come out of the darkness)
(Get out of bed)
(Step into my conscious)
(Get out of my)

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