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in those moments
In those moments,
between the mourning of the sun,
And the celebration of the moon,
Where the shadow
Surpasses its master,
Where your sense kicks out
And your instinct kicks in,
While your red heart
Drowns in a black sea,
Filled with skeletons
And skeletons-to-be,
Where time begins to creep
As it sets you ablaze,
And the clock turns ice blue
Creating a cracked reflection
Of a broken stranger‘s black conscious,
Which covers his body
With a veil of disparity,
But his eyes burn through,
Eyes which spark at every sudden move,
But are blind to the movement’s
And the center that drives them,
As they just keep growing brighter,
With a pure sickening white glow,
Like the embers on the ashes
Of your broken soul,
You realize,
That the reason why
The stranger's eyes burn through,
Is that while your looking at him
You're looking at you..
