Wandering around
like playing hide and seek,
blood landing down on your powdery skin

Spinning around theatrically
and your bloody sun rises
up against my window,
cure my pain, you said,
you can't be helped from your maniac mind

A trap
in which life lies,
pours out secrets
and famous betrayals,
you blink with insanity
and all becomes human once again
 
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