I've been singing into the depths of the night. Seeing them banging their heads into the blue. Until drops of blood would splash onto the bluish blue - making it turn purple. Purple. Perplexing. Unsimilar selves walking in and out of themselves. Trying to catch hold of the tears flowing from their bosoms. An investigation called past clinging onto the back of their tongue. Resisting their flow into the lungs and kidneys of being. The eternal darkness of metabolisms and metamorphosis.

I've been singing the songs of light into the depths of the knight.

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