Fear of Mass Destruction

Do I run,
or do I hide, when the day loses it's color?
Do I simply walk the streets,
even though the unknown wanders?

The lonely one-eyed night casts a chill upon me,
but it's freckled face glistens,
and somewhat seems to calm me.

Dim can be so grim,
causing my mind to spin.
I begin to taste the bitter beauty,
when the sky turns into sin.

This isn't an immoral act,
just the blackest black that I know.
It'll make you start to think there out to be tickets
to this show,
but its a one-man band trapped inside this ink,
where misbehavior flows.

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