Black inside the red red rages-
White the light your eyes have shed
Unholy, and therefore, human-
I may have seen a glimpse of you.
Strange you make the poison sweeter
And take the edge off of the blade,
Find a way to wound that's newer,
And make the sickness in you spread.
By taking the breath you inspire-
Twisting the knife as you do
With a beautiful smile at your worst
That makes it pleasant to be slain.
Only with pain do I feel you
Close enough to nearly see right past
All those surfaces you've made
To hide yourself from yourself-
And were I as close to you as you are,
I might hide myself, too.
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