Once, the skin of all was black
Now, for so many, it has faded
as has their humanity
Crystal clear tears of the still, human
flow in rivers on
the streets of “freedom”
while their blood spills
red, then dries to black
But the flesh of the fake
contemptible, vile
is pale and bloodless
There’s a large hole in my life raft
although I’d not fought much against the deep gouge
where my blood flowed swiftly away
along the ever-moving river
So, I am left with starting something new
along with all its dizzying freedoms
while I keep thinking of jumping
into the deepest part of that taunting river
even knowing, I will most surely drown
You choose to stand there
in between the hands of love
and I don’t know why
it only makes yours filthy
with the blood you’ve spilled on them
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Heartspell 