my nighttime
disguise
this
ink-stained mystery
wrapped in broken
bloodied history
which ring do I hold which soul do I own
will the blood in my veins turn into snow
or should I sink
sink
sink
find a new home
deep in the drink
do I bear witness can I name the crime
will I break their hearts will they break mine
only to limp not to run will I speak will I jump
here where we cross
where I fly fly fly
where words lift off the ground
open up the sky
I say no more not tonight
if it wants to live I will not watch it die
just to see just to fail
a tiger once caught
by the tip of its tail
farewell farewell
my fairy tale
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