In the corner of your eye,
Flashes of another time,
Each moment, a reason to fear
The reaper, waiting,
Behind closed eyes...
The boy looked up,
He saw the moon
Clouded,
By the days to come,
Pain was all too real...
To bleed once more,
To feel alive,
To kill all hope
In a blink of an eye,
A tear of blood shall flow
Happy little puppet,
Just worship your strings,
Kiss them until you bleed,
Before you hang yourself
To obscure your mark of shame...
And when the deed is done,
They all would wonder
How could and why would he,
The answer, always, eluding them all
Hiding in plain sight...
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