A blink
You lost it
My wink
You’re lost
And deep inside
Our underskin ink
Trembles
Disturbance
Shivers your spine
For that cursed
Voice of mine
Two worlds collide
None meant
To cede
But to run
Pain
A race
To embrace
Uniqueness that made
Us to become
Fallen from grace
Wounded silhouettes,
Solitude’s vase
Mind erased
And only remained
Flesh and blood
Agony
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