
Is it a colour?
Maybe dark or sickenly bright?
Blank mind?
Red to attack?
See you smiling under charms not mine.
Not my prey to snatch.
Though a slave I can’t save with law.
Nothing to me…
But jealousy.

Is it a colour?
Maybe dark or sickenly bright?
Blank mind?
Red to attack?
See you smiling under charms not mine.
Not my prey to snatch.
Though a slave I can’t save with law.
Nothing to me…
But jealousy.
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