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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