breaking dawn
with thick brown hands
purple veins pulsing as
the purple clouds spill like blood from the sunrise
over strong, calloused hands.
bats seek shelter but are confused
by the dizzying decision
of returning to old habits and old homes
or seeking refuge in their savior
who slaughtered dawn
their immortal enemy.
with thick brown hands
purple veins pulsing as
the purple clouds spill like blood from the sunrise
over strong, calloused hands.
bats seek shelter but are confused
by the dizzying decision
of returning to old habits and old homes
or seeking refuge in their savior
who slaughtered dawn
their immortal enemy.
little do they know
tomorrow the sun will rise again
and already the hands are dying.
tomorrow the sun will rise again
and already the hands are dying.
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