the devil in the darkness
of a dream
lost tears
never cried
frozen deep
within the forgotten memory
a child standing on a dime
waiting in line
to be believed
reflections in black and white
morning was always night
shards of silver ice
shattered image
behind cold truth
the devil in the darkness
a standing mirror
calls
a face
a trace
thin lines drawn in blood
ink
death without a grave
dare to believe in
eyes
glass tries
echoes fall
where blind men die.
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