I don't know how to be anonymous
I have twisted dreams with you
a cape, a sword
and something red to stir your fear
weak and prolonged days
pass with open pores
like nostrils taking in
the taste of your dark shadow
behind
the same trajectory
of a blind bullet aimed for a full moon
I only know how
to be
I only know
how to fight
I only know
how to fly
but I am am not just a flight through one night
I am a red stain
on everything you own in white
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
I don't know how to be anonymous
I have twisted dreams with you
a cape, a sword
and something red to stir your fear
weak and prolonged days
pass with open pores
like nostrils taking in
the taste of your dark shadow
behind
the same trajectory
of a blind bullet aimed for a full moon
I only know how
to be
I only know
how to fight
I only know
how to fly
but I am am not just a flight through one night
I am a red stain
on everything you own in white
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