I see my world in a different light

by the flash of a blade’s bright

new eyes to look at my old bruises’n scars

assembled in new constellations and stars

nights fold around me, and I nearly drown

that world shatters silently, a falling frown

my tin knight and my bird-shaped heart

surprise me with a stroke of black art

freeing me from longing for what’s not mine

finally, abandoning my first lover’s shrine

 

I see the crimson borders beneath, like a vision

No-Man’s-Land is made for this kind of collision

 

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