Darkness is king
With eyes so deep.
The shadows sing
While dancing around
With a crown of sting.
I tried to crawl yet I suffocated in deep sadness.
I was tired, like worn-out underwear.
With the silence of a knife in the heart of the night,
I screamed to escape yet the heart's doors stayed open.
Blood started dripping on the floor like a story being composed.
How could I deal with an iron fist?
I closed my eyes, and the scent of death filled the air,
Yet it felt so far away from me.
Darkness is king.
Eyes in the shadows,
Hungry and cold.
When the eyes blink out,
I was afraid to witness darkness as a king.
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