Open up your heart, because here is red and dark like darkness.
Open up your heart, scream and let the ocean of your tears drown your feet.
How to become two things that makes you one,
To become two other things that makes you five.
Of darkness
Silence,
Broken,
Stillness
And
Life
that cease you from the days of joy.
Inside out,
I,
You
Are like a blank verse of a sorrowful poem.
Within yourself,
You are like a river without a source,
A path leading nowhere.
How do you understand etiquette?
Is it by burying your dreams in a vast land to give laughter into your parents cheeks?
Or is it by running your fingers on the strings of a melodious thing that gives you an never-ending pain?
Is it by running
away from the air that chokes you?
I don't know what brings solace
I don't even know what makes us peace.
Questing for the arms of joy is like burying your wet dreams in the land of drought.
Becoming a wild fire,
A rolling brimstone is like seeking refuge.
We teach evil how to become humans,
We become d-evil, evils taunting the hopes we loft high on a higher ground.
We become identified by things that mould us,
Become a new thing to the things that were definitely ours,
In between the contrast of cold and hotness,
Our identities are not yet guilty until we define ourselves right.
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