{"id":609,"date":"2009-01-12T15:35:16","date_gmt":"2009-01-12T15:35:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/averral.com\/blog\/?p=609"},"modified":"2009-05-03T19:17:15","modified_gmt":"2009-05-03T19:17:15","slug":"cold","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2009\/01\/cold\/","title":{"rendered":"Cold"},"content":{"rendered":"
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There is something I cannot control
\nThere is something I cannot face<\/p>\n

This part of me, taking over
\nThe other side of me.<\/p>\n

She smiles wickedly
\nand yields a knife in her hands<\/p>\n

I look in horror, as she cuts me up alive
\nLaughing at her pleasure | languishing in my pain<\/p>\n

She takes away my beating heart
\nChewing it in her jaws | fainting from blankness<\/p>\n

She cuts splits my face into two
\nAnd traces the knife across my left eye towards my cheeks<\/p>\n

She disappears into the darkness
\nAs I lay disfigured, dead and cold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There is something I cannot control There is something I cannot face This part of me, taking over The other side of me. She smiles wickedly and yields a knife in her hands I look in horror, as she cuts me up alive Laughing at her pleasure | languishing in my pain She takes away […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n