Drowning in an imperfection
Wishing I could see my own reflection
Your flesh is my field for opportunity
To be able to live in the light I cannot bear to see
Your life drips down my chin
In desperate attempts for freedom within
The wars we wage against each other create gaps
As we see the destruction before us, all our souls collapse
Between sanity and the world we have created,
I would much rather become far beyond belated.

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I walk the earth in the presence of the dark
The absence of light steals pigments of my skin and imagination
This cloak strewn across my back is as swift as the lark
Disclosing and hiding the being of my creation.
My nails are filed as sharp as knives
While the tilt of my face houses a sly grin
As I steal the blood of innocent lives
To encase all of my fears within
With each victim there comes a pleasurable taste
As the color of dirty rust drips down my lip
While I move on to my next victim with posthaste
I realize, that pain and beauty are joined at the hip.