Hide and Shriek
I would suggest you not to read this at night; it toys with your psychological sense.
The moon,
so bright, so white
The stars,
dripping like blood,
splattering on a black cloth.
Where could you hide, babe?
where indeed.
For every time you turn,
you could see me.
Hide,
flightless bird,
Fly.
Then I will find you,
run so I could chase,
my dear, my love.
This is just a game,
a game of life.
The winner wins,
the loser dies.
So fly, hide, sigh
In the end, I will say goodbye.
so bright, so white
The stars,
dripping like blood,
splattering on a black cloth.
Where could you hide, babe?
where indeed.
For every time you turn,
you could see me.
Hide,
flightless bird,
Fly.
Then I will find you,
run so I could chase,
my dear, my love.
This is just a game,
a game of life.
The winner wins,
the loser dies.
So fly, hide, sigh
In the end, I will say goodbye.
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