Where and why things stay
Alone to go with someone
That only is afraid, alone
Fear not I say and tremble
Afraid myself, yet not outward
Consoling fashion of calmness
Venom's fire eats from the in
Exposing civility from the out
Screaming inner thoughts of pain
Only makes the existence real
Will I ever escape to where?
Endless kaleidoscope of endless
The fragrance of blood
Stains my unchanged pulse, yet I need
I need love to calm this turnstile
From where there will be an end
At least for the moment that just passed...
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