in this world
full of bright lights
flowers
I find
a shot light
in a dark ally
full of blood
dripping
leaking
from my hanging body
in this ally
where the flowers
are taken over
by weeds and vines
the only light
is that from the blood moon
the peace
is gone
this place
is hell
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