The brightness of the sky
The darkness of the night
All is but the same
In the blindness of my eye.
You talk to me of beauty
And I don't even know of me.
When you look at me and smile
I feel it a mocking descry.
Is there a remote dungeon
You've know to be somewhere
C'mon give me the route to it
And I'll be hiding forever there.
The cult of hate is lovable
And crime has a charm
Criminally my mind craves
For mutations of self harm
No don't take me that seriously
But don't even be so frail
My bohemian laughs ain't zealous
I'm a particle caught in gale.
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