Blood red burning eyes
See through the outer layers
Crystal clear blue skies
Leave, and never return
Black, black is the night
It's our turn now
Smoke filled, dimly lit room
Don't clap, snap
Slow, fast, everything in between
Loud, soft; rhythm, not
Together or alone
With others, yet lonely
Black bird, fly high
Away from trivia
Carry us from here
Seldom to return
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