No, no
I'll scream at the dark,
I'll tear at the void, snatch the very light from the sky
For there is hate in these veins, and a sadness that doesn't die
Fighting to survive along the many lines that divide the dreaming.
Woke to the sound of merriment amoungst berrivment of last of Friday morn,
another day, another way moving forward.
The city starts up, the winding of another day.
Another attempt by which to create.
Just watching the city move around me.
Just watching the city move around me.
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