Night falls and in my walls
shadows dance,
in a blink of the light I could see,
something that I lurk, lurked for real...
and now I found.
It is white, as snow;
And yellow, as the most pretty
daisy...
It color my walls,
taking off the black and red,
making the walls more beauty.
But still the red color doesn't
disappear at once,
sometimes I cannot resist,
and the red color my blood,
the same that drip by my skin...
But I got the control,
and it helps me...
and all the time,
the "it" was "she".
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