ALEX SCHROEDER

Rookie (Sydney)

I Who Am He!

into the southern darkness I ride
mirror mirror on the floor, why does tho call me a whore
blood trickles ever so slow,
teasing and teasing just like darkened snow
in the midst of what may be,
everything and nothing, what does that surely mean to me
stars shine every day, the moon is bleeding once again
in the night I must abide,
to be alive, to be dead

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