the cold air brushes our cheeks
treading this street so oblique
alleyways, back doors so askew
you, thinking i was made for you
a dark, weary, twisting road
our minds share a different mode
amicable songs of your soul
but mine taking a seperate role
surface value has you entranced
at your pity ive barely glanced
you pathetic louse in human skin
carnal desires walk with sin
transported to that solemn place
gloam and darkness, shadow embrace
distorted hallways, concrete dreams
my mind regrets, your mind sleeps.
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