A Walk in The Dark (Act II)

Peeling bark and newborn cries

Concealed in the shame of her lies


Far off the wolves howl high

Into the moon new life nigh


Messes of her life she still tries

To no avail fails, a roll of the die


Hands hold cold corpses twin lives

Sink deeper together in two dive


Tears split water sharper than knives

Cut her cheeks open but still alive


Gills form she swims with the tides

The other life swims within inside


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I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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