In the black and back to black
Their thoughts are the blade of a knife
So sharp and so willing
I scuttle like worm from bird
They're coming
Gte in the black and back to black
Jarring stones they throw in violence
Echo. Echo. Echo.
Down drains that are my soul
For it leads to the rusty drainage of all unwanted
They're coming
Get in the black and back to black
Tainted, i will not trust in friendship ever no more
scarred and bleeding
Never healing
They're coming
Get in the black and back to black
I wait
I wait
I wait
They're not coming
I move out of the shadows that have been my black coverage
And wait
And like a cat on mouse
They pounce
I'm back to black
But not my black. My coverage
A punch i won't hear
I'm in the black
And back to black forever
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Crossing Lines - A Collection of Poetry
PoetryThe human race. Forever crossing lines of boundaries drawn from morality. This collection of poetry sheds true light on us humans, and our failed attempted to stop crossing lines.