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When Its Night I'm Chasing
When its night I'm chasing, my skeletal wings converge
There is a wildness in me that wants to be heard
Through the lusterless shine of the moon to the sea
Reflections, they turn their many faces over to me
But I am not one to be called for help
The weights on my shoulders are all I can lift
And my aching legs are running freely on the mark
Dancing with knives, swallowed by the dark
To her eyes, I can slowly succumb
Falling deeply in sleep while the night is so young
I can rest my veins, they pain when she looks
Her eyes to me, a hedonistic book
But I digress; the air always teases
The stars bite my neck, begging me to please them
So I step over my somber days, slipping away from light
Sinking my face into the strangest of night
