Darkness


Whenever the darkness hits the shade of my bruises
I know he wants to play
viciously
dangerously
It's only when the darkness hits I gradually change into something
I become a blood -spiller ,
Trouble maker
But it only last a second
It is as if my heart climbs up the stairs
Clears his throat
And asks
"Who are you"

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