Knowledge Darkness
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Suddenly twisted the hand on the clock
ash was suddenly the music
the sidewalk was becoming close
(walking at night in the suburbs without hope, the fear is obvious)
Reeling still standing whit the cold in the throat
in red and black look at my dilated pupil
my demons came because you were the signal
anger became thick
Violence with the weather hitting the head
blood gushing jets, contagion, anger
sever your limbs, tear your skin
dry ideas, tart like honey
Speaking of love and affection is strange
but I see it with my sense bizarre normal
subtle way of justifying my weakness
and my confused really
Soft meeting
fortuitous coincidence
we now know and understand because we are part of the same
in some form
my blood drained
and you are who holds the knife
And your hands noted this text
while I was lying with my eyes fixed
in red and black
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