[Tyrana]: 64.Oh my goodness, I wrote poetry.poem one

It's a well-put point, my voice realizes
The shadow-shapes slow, the noise, it crystalizes
My world is simple, and small, and defenseless, but
My eyes are blue-tinted, so I don't need your lenses
Take a hack-saw to your own frigging spine
Crush your own sodden brain when you've had enough with mine
Not exactly what you wanted to hear
So when the words arise, just block your useless ears
Outside, it's a different place than I thought it would be
So many things I'll never have close to me
She shadow-shapes kick back into motion, shattering the noise
They threaten with their hack-saws to obliterate my voice
Outside I have to blue-tint, my everything's unclear
But my place now has defenses
I'll just stay in here.