horns

deprived not only of sleep
craving not only of peace

bloodlust. love lost.
        

when the storm is mixed with fury
does the end justify the means

power rage. endgame.

when she close her eyes
she sees stars even though bearing scars

lonely. sorrowful morns.

when he close his eyes
he sees hope even though weary and tired

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