There are times ,
when you think all has ended...
A blank path , A dark hole , a lonely hide-out...
Trying to find myself ? Or find out ?
The truth ? Or a secret...
Reveal ? Protect or Forget ?
Running away... death clutching my sides
No... my arms... just my arms
That's all that's left to own !
A blinding flash ! A hallow.. A spectrum of colors !
Not just my cold clutches
There's another pair...
Fair or Dark ? Human or Angel ?
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