Shines of Blood
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Don't look to deep into your eyes - you may not like what you see.
Sometimes I hear the night cry
Sometimes I hear it scream
Lost echoes of the night haunt my mind
They'll never be free
I see a world beyond the black sky
It shines of blood to me
I feel fear tear through the fabric of my mind
I hear it speak so vividly
Sometimes I hear my mind cry
Sometimes I hear it scream
Though it lives deep behind these eyes
It's alien to me.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2019
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