Dualities of Men: Part 2
And the whiteness eyes
Make blood pale
Dripping from my teeth
And as it turns dark, black
Surprising I sound like that
Wolves make know
Their distaste
Of my lies
That cut into their darkness
An offense to my kind
Drifting whispers as I drown
And ain't that beautiful
Or was I supposed to isn't
And my pale blood
Turns away from eel ink
But runs towards its salvation
My place is not here
For they see and perceive
Something they do not get
And rage at the white lie
My place is not there
For they see, perceive, and take in
Hold at arms distance
For rage to consume within
I am NOT what either side wants
And this line was not made for walking
So I can not look like this
And sound like that
Not be like this
And act like that
For the eyes and the blood
Make know what you
Ought to be
Everyone says the same thing
Whiteness eyes
Make blood pale
Dripping from my teeth
And as it turns dark, black
Making believe I should sound like that
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