Moisture drips across the panes
Across these lips
Thirsting, despite the rain
The leaves quiver in the wake
In the storm that none can see
But I can feel
Smell of earth, I am but the ash
And you're sparking a flame though me
I am but yet I am not a part of this world
And you've seen through me, down to my very darkness
You're okay with the dark symphony
That plays through my blood and reaches your ears
Like a piano of black and white, dark and light
Twisted, suffocating, exhilarating melody
You're all I need.
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