I'm wandering nightime between the darkness of an alley and the dirtyness of this lane I wander... naked, matted hair I've left my mask home black lines between the eyes and my mouth while a cold whistle pervades my skeleton Eyes wide open I wander and wonder while this never ending drum invites and pushes me giving me no peace I wander tonight and cry I cannot hide this fright and dismay the myself shadow that I'm not able to see any more Too dark too confused the passage of this black and pierced heart
I like this. Reading it it felt like a walk through a huanted hall of mirrors without light; a dark passageway hinting of something that ends in a... fright.
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