One circle of sun ago I saw in you some colours Instead of 13 shades of gray Today you name disgraced With your shape erased from pictures Like eighth day of creation When all is said I prefer to hear only voice of silence When air turns bad between us Breathing turns to self inflected violence Turn away, walk away I slay and burn if you return to take some actions Seek satisfaction, burn my core A faceless one what you have become Just like deadman's phantom You don't exist, you don't belong
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