The Black Swan


Stuck in a dream cloud
I worship thee, 
in you my dreams and nightmares you dwell
when in reality…you are me
A night for the insane
a day for perfection
in thee I find
my true self’s reflection
You are my eternity
my banal epiphany
You my expectation
my mortal enemy
Your will will break me
set me free in a misty glee
Your blood is in my hands
Alas, You…are, in fact, me…

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