Silence around rumbling thoughts,
surrounded by paintings
coloured with blood.
Once again the sky is falling
and dusk cries for another dead day.
Daylight crawling into the same old cracks,
serpents sloughing their skin and racks
me and you, wishing to do it too.
No piety in those eyes,
no swallows in the skyes,
not-knowing if tomorrow the sun will rise,
but it's ok, somehow, 'cause nobody cries.
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