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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