Another sun hidden
Behind perpetual scars
Streaks of blood dripping
Down legs, arms,
Thoughts
Hiding you
As you seek your farfetched relief
It never comes
It never saves
No hand appears
To stop
To save
Another sun
Another hope
Buried beneath these dark blots of insanity
I understand, and I wish I was eloquient enough to write this the way it should be written.
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