Afraid of the dark
Yet inside so dark
Scooped from the light into darkness Destined to greatness
Yet lost in greatmess
Living under the doom
A walk by the yard
But the steps shuttered
Like a moon outshined by the sun
The moon so dim
Vision drowsy
Blurred
My vision red-pure-mess BLOOD
Trickling down thee vain
Crying is the solution
For the feeling is pain
Mixed reaction
Sugar and salt are also a solution
My intention is not affection
My intenstion confusion
Blurred vision
Look beyond the walls
And you shall see
Attention is not what I mention
Affection is not another intention
Confusion might be the intension
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