fly
with holes in the night
forever finding you alone
twice
I have come with these bones
twice I have failed
black is here
but Death is gone
flying colors
seem so strong
they don't remain
I don't know you
but we're not all the same
kill my life
it's not sane
and never will I live
find inside I start to cry
smiles break my lips
touch the tips
my hands grow cold
I weep
for ones I lost
do you taste the tears?
they taste frigid
they are full of fear
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