The Stare

The face of blank despair
Is cold, grim, unmoving
And I have been there
Frozen by the stare of those
Eyes, trembled in the face
Of those lies, that deceit, your

They control a cold place
A place devoid of heat 
Devoid of all companionship
Devoid of hope 
That might have
Let one live
In peace.
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