Stark Contrast

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Walk through to the end,

as I've awakened Death again.

Silently, I try to start,

only to be ripped apart.

Slowly, I regain control,

only to see my soul is

Black

is the sensual cover

of the stalking night.

I'm enraptured by the vague,

unearthly delights.

Drawn toward the center, I see

a pulsating spot of life.

Living darkness tucked in a shadow,

concealing a waiting knife.

 

 

 

 

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