Vision Bleeds Ink

Distances that grow
Inside some vague preception
Haunting memories
A yearning insists

I am not
And I am still
Guilded arms
Crossed banners

Vision bleeds ink
Crimson liquid
Insistant upon
A pen's visable scar

Suddenly it ends
Upon vacant night
When Nancy was hiding
The closet was empty

The rabits can't see
And death is impeding
Insanity repeats itself
We are the night's songh

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