knife wounds

For the sky needs not the light

shut away the love, bring on the night.

A million midnights dwell within these rooms

filling them with unsightly gloom.

And I gasp, and I beg

while phantoms dance in my head.

Then I slash, then I slice

every inch of this wretched life.

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