these eyes of mine don't see it that way, I see
death coming towards me, and if I do not stop you
take you down, destroy you
You will destroy me, my eyes, my soul.
I want to belong to a society that welcomes me in,
but asks no questions as to why I am wanting,
needing,
searching for companionship, a lone light caressing the waves
in the empty sea.
The sharks surface, biting at my heels, wanting blood
turning everything red, bloody
dead.
Everything must return to the ground eventually.
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